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I was born with broken wings
Black, torn, and crooked
Dragging me down instead of lifting me high
Oh how I longed to take to the skies
And escape my demons…
But my broken wings wouldn’t let me
At least that’s what I thought
Then someone showed me even I could take flight
And my broken wings could take me out of sight
To a place where even the beautiful winged people can’t go
All I had to was discard my doubt and know
The skies are mine to gain
The clouds are mine to tame
I may not fly straight or neat
But even broken wings can keep a beat
They may suddenly fail and I’ll plummet to my death
But when you’re at the bottom with nothing left
What do you do?
Better to say “I soared high and died”
Rather than “I wish I flew but never tried”
And so I spread my broken wings
Kamikaze flying towards the wildest things
For within me is a most daring call
That feral thrill that exists within us all
- by Dizzy Delirious |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 03/22/2009 |
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