If only these wings could fly...
I've tried flapping them day and night
But no wind graces below them
Only feathers shake out onto the floor
Maybe I could try and be a peacock
Flash my feathers to try and get attention
But I'm far too shy for that...
And I would only feel like the ugly duckling
Perhaps I could quote the raven
And use my clever wit to my advantage
Making people's weakness a disadvantage
And drive them all riveting mad...
But none of that changes me
My wings are completely immobile
Locked inside my little cage...
Like a sparrow, waiting to fly into the sun
With broken wings, I don't belong in the sky
How then can I be free?
To glide along the silver lining...
I am in need of repair
Someone come and heal these broken wings
So that I may be free at last...
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