They belonged to the sky
Those free-spirited souls
They deserved to soar high
Strong, brave and bold
Yet here they are
The beautiful, belittled
Broken wings hold them down
The light in their souls
Slowly fading out
Their stories, left incomplete
They languish alone
In their altered reality
Dreams ground to dust
Like their once beautiful wings
Spirits of the sky
Who deserved to soar high
Wings, strong as steel
Hearts, pure as gold
Battered and bruised,
They fell,
Their perfection ruined
Beautiful souls, they are said to be
Trapped in their imperfect bodies
Or are they
Beautiful souls
Trapped in this imperfect world
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