Yes, the little bird does sing,
But can it fly on broken wings?
It was born a burden,
Has lived a burden,
But now it's time to finally be free.
A cliff it spies,
Head tilting, shining eyes,
Could this be my wings?
It asks itself,
Suffering at mind,
Could it be the wings,
I have been looking for my entire life?
Towards the cliff it hops,
At the edge it stops,
Its a long way down,
It thinks,
But what does it matter?
Forever I've been waiting for my wings.
Off it jumps,
Crippled wings spread,
Finally I fly,
It says,
Oblivios to the earth below,
For it finally had the wings denied at birth,
As it was falling slow.
[ Etienne ] Community Member 
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