Wings
Little girl has all grown up
Nowhere else she can be
People are always looking right through me.
People told her that she could be what she wanted to be
But so far... That ain't lookin' so easy.
She wants to fly... To soar above the clouds
Yet, her wings have been cut down
[*note: Currently unfinished, it's a song in a book I'm writing :)]
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