I am a bird that can't fly.
There are two wings on my back.
But I can't fly to that blue sky.
My wings want to move,
but my heart doesn't try to move.
That sky is in front of me,
but I can't touch the sky.
Other birds fly freely every day
and on the sky, they smile at me.
Although they call me again and again,
I pretend not to hear their voice.
I try to move my wings,
but can't fly because of my heart
that feels despair and scares.
My wings can move,
but these are not enough to fly.
My wings has no wounds,
but my heart has a lot of wounds.
Unless I lose the wounded heart,
I am never able to fly.
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