| I wanted piece of the happiness
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| A young heart so eager to fly with the rest
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| I preened down my feathers and tired my best
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| To sneak out before my nightly rest
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| I held my breath
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| My heart was beating
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| Felt excited for my wings were truly open
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| In my early days my faith was strong
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| I had to tell myself to ease my yearning heart
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| In my darkest days my faith was gone
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| I has to teach myself to heal my broken heart
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| The sweet wind turned and carried me
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| See, my wings were open
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| Using my sight like a hawk they sent
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| I found the place where all they went
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| Soon I was sure that the night was all mine
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| I didn’t know I needed to hide
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| I held my breath
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| The air was like a storm cloud
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| And again my wings were truly broken
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| In my early days my faith was strong
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| I had to tell myself to ease my yearning heart
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| In my darkest days my faith was gone
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| I has to teach myself to heal my broken heart
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| The sweet wind turned and carried me
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| See, my wings were broken
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| My feathers all like sodden
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| And bones, are all they broken?
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| I’ll take my leap of faith
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| And relearn how to fly
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| In my early days my faith was strong
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| I had to tell myself to ease my yearning heart
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| In my darkest days my faith was gone
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| I has to teach myself to heal my broken heart
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| The sweet wind turned and carried me
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| See, my wings were broken. |