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by DarkOpex Jan 29, 2006 category : Miscellaneous / Misc. poems
Wings that don't spared, Because there is no room to fly. A girl whose sad, Because her shoes are always tied. No room to be different; No room to shout. She must smile; They wont let her pout. Eye that are empty; Because there is nothing to see. A girl whose heart is broken; A girl just like me. No time to be herself; No time to have fun. They make her play real life; The game has begun. Souls with no meanings, But hers cries out loud. She begs to be different; She wants out of the crowd. She lets her wings open, And forgets all the people. She lets her self fly. She goes up from the church steeple.