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READY TO FLY I was nursing my own wing Once damaged by a thorn. When I came across a hurting angel Whose wings were slightly torn. Off of her hair came a radiance That would make a blind man see. She brought a special brightness To a world so dark to me. When I first gazed into her eyes, I saw pain buried deep within. To abuse such a giving, tender person. Truly is a sin. I realized there was an angel left In a selfish world that's filled with hate. An angel who was knocked off course. Satan's plan turned to holy fate. I'm strong again because of hope. I now clearly stand upright. I'm not afraid to fly again, I'm ready to take flight. I hope that I can help repair The wings that other people tore. So that I may fly with this angel, And soar, and soar, and soar. |
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