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I cannot fly; my wings are broken, and born to die.

I scream but make no sound.

My cries are ripped and stunned to the ground.

Darkness slips through my hands, as I cover my face.

Under my skin I feel it, holding me tight in a lace.

I cease to believe as bright light doesn’t appear.

Wandering alone in the deepest state of fear.

Tear myself free and scream at the sky.

But all I hear is my hearts inner cry.

Need your eyes to give me sight,

To hold my fear and give me light.

So please be my shadow when all is lost.

And I shall love you at whatever cost.