A Metaphor
There was a young bird, served and protected by her mother.
but the little bird wanted to fly..
though her wings were still frail,
the little bird left to see what's there outside her paradise..
-the real world was harsh.
-there is cruelty
-there is pain
-it's treacherous.
-it's hurting her wings.
and the little bird keeps on falling..
but she keeps on trying..
the little bird wont give up
for she knows that one day her wings will be strong enough
to take her far above the blue skies..
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