I try to fly
But my wings are clipped by pain and hate
All things that make fear so great
I try to walk.
But I am broken and bound to the ground
Where I'll be found
Alone and cold
With this soul
I will lay,
And watch
As they destroy
With pain and hate
This bird I am with clipped wings
Who cannot move there broken legs
Cannot move their feet
My soul is alive
I won't die
They will say
I'll last another day.
My heart is beating
From fogged out eyes from tears I cry
I try to fly
But fore I cannot
But my dreams can fly.
And as they won't come true
I can lose myself
And be one
And two.
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