She gave me my wings,
She gave them clean.
The strength of these delicate things,
Strong and lean.
These wings are for flying,
Fly free and unbound.
These wings are dying,
Your chains keep them on the ground.
My feathers are precious,
They were a gift you cannot take.
You expect me to be gracious,
And happy with these feathers fake.
I'm flying away now,
Flying high in the deep blue sky.
The purple fire burns upon my brow,
I shine bright like a butterfly.
Give me back my wings,
Give me back my courage.
Give me back the life it brings,
The bullets fly out of their cartridge.
I fall down again,
Your boots enter my line of vision.
My tears hurt my brain,
I cannot escape this decision.
My wings were taken,
But I will bide my time,
My eyes might be broken,
But I will take back what's mine.
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Flowers In America | T.Stark
Fanfiction"Broken Wings, When made of Dreams. They can still Fly, If you Believe." ~ Clairel Estevez Lilly is all alone. Tony was once alone. Lilly's screams of terror and pain every night match the ones Tony hears in his nightmares, his mind...
