So, again you say it never happened
And plea for my insanity
When you could not admit
Your emotions were twisted
To suit your own needs
While making mine forever secondary
As if only you had wings
Which fell off from a missed opportunity
and had clipped before the spring...
Many paths have been broken
And chances clearly undertaken,
Still, the sun shines on above
Upon even those paths man has forsaken,
But still, he has God and his love,
He is the poet that has just spoken,
Feeling the pain of a broken wing from a dove
That can no longer reach the sky...
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