Broken Wings

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Wings of wax will melt and fall apart 
But what if they are a true reflection of what's in my heart? 
Weak, easily discouraged, and without pride 
My escape to freedom denied 

I can never spread my wings and fly 
I will never know the feeling of the sky 
For these broken wings keep me grounded 
And trapped with the memories of how they once sounded 

They used to be so beautiful and proud 
But now they hang around me like a black shroud 
Reminding me of my once known glory 
And how this is just another sad story 

These wings are torn and tattered, no longer able to carry me 
My heart, unable to dream of the possibility of being free 
And my soul, now a deep black abyss 
Waits silently for death's blissful kiss

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