I need the wagtail
I need wings,because I was meant to fly.
Wings to remind me for what I will fight
How far I can fall, but will continue to try.
They say I have a small body and I shouldn't believe
A little wagtail they say, "What more could you be?"
No matter how broken I now may seem
And if the world sees me as tiny and weak
I'll spread my wings, my ideas, I'll rise
I'll change the world, to make it shine.
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