Only once you're broken,
Can wings be truly spread,
Harsh words must be spoken,
Before kind ones are said,
To drink from finer glasses,
The bitter we must taste,
To reach the higher classes,
Emotions we must waste,
To feel the warmth of sunrise,
The cold we must endure,
To hold aloft the great prize,
Me have to fight some more,
To have a chance of freedom,
The battle must be fought,
To make the days less lonesome,
Your spirit must be caught,
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That was so true, and such a brilliant poem. Well said.