Broken Wings

My wings are broken

And I keep falling...

Destiny has spoken

I was never meant for flying...

I stop my struggle

To fall, fall into the rubble...

I do not know sunshine

Because I cannot let go

Of proper ways - a rigid line.

Be free, I want to.

Though, can I?

No, perhaps never, says I...

A few times, bliss I found

In thinking my saviour dear

Will break the thread with which I am bound...

I was bound, I fear, for far too many years

And to cut them, I alone, cannot find shears...

Come , will he

My saviour?

Nay, says me.

He is but my dream fervour...

And I am meant forever

To be this loner...

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