Birds from the high\’s


Born in the shells,
Making my way to break through!
Feeling used,feelino third,
But like the eagle ,
I will fly above the cloud,
When it rains, Below my wings
Still i can handle it, even if
The world is on my head
They can only burn my action,
Not my dreams. I am a phoenix,
That rises from the ashes
To bring the new chapter of my life,
I shall open my wings with pain
And I am the bird from the high's

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