Wings and Wounds

Like birds flying high over the world, Words of love never unheard. Loud voices echo through different phases, No mistakes.., Just choices in these mazes. Walking threads, edge tight like a judge, Told me, “Be strong. Don’t budge.” They speak of light at tunnel's end, But what about the road we defend? The morals we bend, The lives we represent, With no one to depend on. I lost myself, long gone. Why do we have to hide, only to blend? To live up to the lies we pretend? For a day? A week? A month? Just like a trend? Got slapped twice, felt the sting, Still piecing life from shattered things. Stay down? Nah. I rise high, up in the sky. Just like a broken wing… It can only fly with the help of some strings.