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Wings


A lost and confused baby bird in the dark trying to find the light by his lonelsm.

All of the birds are disapointed because he is a follower, he follow what he knows is not right

he left his nest to chill with his friends, he's a follower he didn't do what his father told him

what to do he's a follower Ohhhhh you don't care about your life go ahead and through it away.

Be a follower. You had the Talent, you can sing to heaven's angel's, you can run faster than chettahs

But you let your pride and your 16 year old mind and you ruined it for good. The only person you can 

blame is yourself so as your sitting at the fate of your death will you be happy or will have regrets

saddness?. Live life to the fullest and be a leader and a young king and you will have your wings and you will fly

eternally. You have the wings, don't let it go because once there gone they are gone for good.

 

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