Hey little birdie, why can't you fly?
What's keeping you from taking flight into the morning skies?
Hey little birdie, why can't you sing?
Is it because of those who've wronged you?
Do their words still bite and sting?
They stole your voice, they ripped off your wings,
keeping you from truly living.
Hey little birdie, don't be so shy.
Just because your wings are gone
doesn't mean you can't still fly.
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Words From a Broken Soul
PoetryThis is stuff I wrote when I had deep moments of depression, inspiration, pain, and what I wrote to keep myself from relapsing. This is an inside look to my inner-self. Enjoy it and make sure to leave me feedback!
