Fly

Birds of a feather

Helpless together

Dying in worthless endeavors

Broken and battered

Hopes and dreams shattered

Seeing how meaningless you are

Beak bruised and busted

Iron will rusted

Fluttering wings that fly no more

Wings that once soared

No cares in the world

Beautiful skies, left breathless of words

Mind unawaring

Flesh stretched and tearing

Hit without reason, left to die

Spine bent and crooked

Hard to overlook it

Birds without bravery lack real eyes

Regret of being born

Wings ripped and torn

Death's cold embrace feels so warm

Crack a weak smile

Selfless pariah

Dust yourself off, it's time to fly

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Credited to Avenging Angel

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