He had wings, but couldn't fly.
This fragile soul walked through life,
Not knowing where his flight could take him.
Who knew what robbed him of strength and courage,
The will to breathe free.
He stood alone on a branch,
Afraid to plunge into the air.
His radiant feathers fell one by one,
Til there were no more.
And in the cold of night with rain
Forcing him from the limb,
He took the plunge.
His naked wings spread to meet the wind,
When his frail body touched the earth,
He finally rose to fly into a world
Where broken sparrows were mended.
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