My Wings


My wings are broken but I want to fly,

This is the time to sharpen my knife,

Here I go with all my highs,

So stay away dear, it’s my hurricane ride.

Tears were vapor so I ignite,

Day by day targeting the tides,

Every day I use to die but like the phoenix,

I always survive.

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