Slumber is teasing my eyes But tears are not easing my cries, My lips have become infinitely dry, And my ears hate listening to others sly. Yet my brain is processing this lie- That I am nasty and wry.
Then I.... Build up courage in small heart of my. And so my feet leaps up in sky, But cannot go very high!
As my broken wings deny- to fly; In this vast expanse of sky.
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