Mandy Lee Poems
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Broken Feathered Bird
Broken feathered bird, don't mourn your wing.
You can't fly, but oh you can sing.
You can sing of your dreams in which you soar,
You can sing of your hopes that form your core.
You can dream of your hopes, and hope for your dreams.
Mayhaps you find there's more to broken feathers than as it seems.
Broken feathered bird, please don't despair,
Broken feathered bird, there are people who care.
The dawn of a new age approches,
the light of the old era fades.
Ways of the old are now forsaken,
like the pass of the elven glades.
There is no place for magic,
for magic there is no hope.
Books are its last remenance,
for no where else can it cope.