Broken Wings

"Broken Wings"

Sitting under the shade of a tree with

nothing else to do,

Gazing at the people come and go while

staring at you.

Impressively, people are sedolous  with

their own lives,

Engage and tied-up in their work as

they strive.

I saw birds with broken wings as it crawled

down and cried,

Wingless birds on the ground besieging as

they subside,

Aiding then until they're well enough to

soar up to the sky,

Until that very day the birds flew and said 

goodbye.

As I see them flying above me, flying so

jolly,

I felt something that words can't describe,

A sensation of joy and despair at the same

time.

And as the birds thanked me and flew away,

They didn't look down to see if I was

alright...

If only they could see how pathetic a person 

I am,

They'd have regrets, griefs, woes, and

sorrows,

But they're so blinded  with their daily lives,

forgetting something they couldn't 

describe.

While looking and hoping to fly higher and

higher,

Forgetting that there's someone who can't even fly.

I wonder how it feels like to be flying

Soaring​ up and up,

without nothing to worry.

I'll spread my wings up and fly easy,

Enjoying the breeze and thinking nothing.

I wonder if I will still look down,

When I'm that high in the sky aiding others

 so we could fly high, or

 Look up further and soar up higher?

 Forgetting something that really matters.

~Original by: Christian Torrijos

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