Fallen wings of mine, please don’t cry
Don’t let the warrior inside you die
Let the hard wind rage upon us and dry
But until then, dream deep into the blue sky
Please don’t hide behind the cries of why
Nor rest in the green shades of a white lie
But rather jump off the cliff and give it a try
To make the golden sun rise in your eye
Rise and roar with a rumbling thunder to fly
Away from the roots of once bitten, twice shy
Smile at the blue ocean bed and say goodbye
Even if we fall, the quake will be loud and high
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