| Brutally subjected to what a child should never feel
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| His innocence was splattered on the walls as angels surrounded him
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| A, child (a child)
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| Placed in his small hands, shards of pain and jagged pieces of hatred
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| He was given all the tools with which to destroy himself
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| But, he has not
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| Such is the beauty of resilience in a child who became a man
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| Who intricately and deliberately breaks cycles
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| Dismantling, everything, that hurts
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| Handing his children the gifts, that he was once denied
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| He told me he’s trying to get his wings back
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| My love, you can’t lose your wings
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| You simply have to remember how to use them (remember)
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| But, fair warning, he can and will destroy you
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| If you so much as threaten what he loves
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| He remains a partly wounded warrior, on an honorable quest for forgiveness
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| Shining, go, show them your heart (show them)
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| You are exactly, who you, should be |