Broken Wings
Free spirit, free soul soars through the air without a care in the world.
Flying high soaring through the air in an impetuous yet carefree way...
Stunned by sudden conflict , falls to prey...
Broken wing among a pure soul, hard to fly hard to soar, hard to make
it through its journey, falls in a humbled way...
All it sees as it falls lifeless through the air is the mistakes it made
as it falls to its decay.....
Falling hard, falling fast it knows the path taken was a wrongful one as
it falls in dismay.....
Broken heart, broken wings, can not fly anymore for it knows
this is its final destination, a life taken too soon by its own
desolation.
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