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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required They clipped my wings, yet I still fly Thrown off a cliff to chase a lie Now I fall through the clouds A broken bird left to die A single wish to give me strength My salvation is bittersweet Its form I ponder at great length Wandering the silent street Though I may be broken I have yet to be beat I swear on my grave I will not face defeat My hope is unshaken The foundation is deep Its time to awaken I'll return from my sleep They plucked my wings, yet I still fly Jumped off this cliff to chase a lie So I fall through the clouds A broken bird left to die We're locked in my head As we go insane Our eyes filled with madness To poison my brain We claw at my mind Sculpted with care The home of our soul My hope and despair It cracks in our hand And pours from my palm Then turns to sand Along with our calm They crushed my wings, yet I still fly Leaped off this cliff to chase a lie Again I fall through the clouds A broken bird left to die The times come to save me So I'll break my chains With my sanity fading I'll give them my pains My fire consumes me As I burn to ash My hatred subsumes me Along with my past I forgot the reason that I cling to life Drowning in pain, torment, and strife I never forget the pain of the knife It cut through my bones like the blade of a scythe They stole my wings, yet I still fly Ran off my cliff to chase a lie As I fall through the clouds A broken bird left to die Faithfully, I chase our dream A fraying rope on its final string Lighter than air, more solid than lead This foolish hope, it sings to me Refusing the truth I clutch at the seams Denied my youth I hold in my screams I fish for the moon Though it might be in vain I pray for this boon While it drives me insane They reaped my wings, yet I still fly Kicked of this cliff, I have faith in a lie I fall through the clouds, towards the moon in the sky A broken bird, I will not die Now I cease to exist As I fade from the sky The final cost, to bring truth to my lie This broken bird will never die
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