If I am the Damaged Flower that Struggles
Through Multi-Layered cold Concrete,
Then Watch Slowly as Life will not be Denied, no Matter what Apparent Obstacle.
If I am the Broken-winged Sparrow that
Attempts to Glide within a Thunderstorm,
Then Pray for my Safe Landing as I Battle,
Not only the Elements, but Myself as well.
If I am the Crippled Stallion that Hobbles
Within the Grassy Fields of Expectations,
Then Travel along with Me, on a Winding
Road that Leads to a Peaceful Resolve.
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