Descending rapidly from the skies above are millions of wingless birdies.
Those who have dared to fly against opposition and those rules that told them they could not be free.
Amongst the descending a couple thousand every once in awhile begin to ascend again once they sprout new wings to soar without regret.
Those cages left behind along with the shackles of hate all the little birdies can relate more and more start growing newer wings as they start realizing it is them who determines their own fate.
Birdless cages left in the clouds left there filled with bad memories from a hateful world.
Those birdies fly away freely now it is time to create a newer free world.
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