Flown away on a broken wing.
Started to fly only to sing.
Helping days and helping nights,
so many… drunken flights.
Dizzy and tired I fall,
asleep descending hard,
I begin to weep.
Holding my broken wings,
spread too far apart,
never mending wings,
of a broken heart.
Started too close to the sun,
but crashed into the deep.
Burning in flames.
Drowning in dreams.
Thankfully,
finally has come,
my final sleep.
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