Wings which were broken
are now nearly healed
yet we must define this
fight If it is
I am to survive
For all have seen me fall
they so percieved by me
let me fall hard landing
gain say me not
As I fall one or two am I
able to grasp
break there fall
at great cost
to my self
yet said fall was
broken
I cannot help but sream
does that make me
a coward I am not
All that do make it not
let me weep the tears
as I so chose
Die I will not unless
by hand of another
unprovoked not
by me no gain in
such measure
With only slightly mended wing
bent feather no air can
I so grasp to cussion
the fall afore mentioned of
So I ask to you whom read
this poem only the brave
can show the way home
to people like me such as
I
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem