The Broken Winged Bird

Like a broken winged bird
Supposed to fly, so high,
Bur can’t;
Hurdles of life crush upon
His small head,
And before his roving eye
Sorrow weaves its nasty net,
And he dreams to outstretch
His colored wings,
To flee away and survive,
But the broken winged bird
Falls, trapped by the net
And helplessly die.

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