Flight
I am the bird with the broken wing
Grounded but still able to sing
Through my crooked beak, I speak
Of flight and fancy, everything
I've found only in dreams; please, bring
Life to me; see, I have not the courage
To take it; push me, now I'm leaping
Forget free will, don't mind my weeping
Heart given, driven to start again
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