"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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