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Broken Wings

I've always believed in mystical things
I've thought of karma and what it means
I do my best to sing my own song
In a world without rights I see no wrong

Sunshine and happiness spring from my eyes
I do my best to silence all of the cries
I try to be there for anyone with need
Who believes in an Angel....
With broken wings

I am the biggest clown painting smiles on faces
Til the hurt is gone...nothing left but traces
I try to be the one thing in which everyone can believe....
Who keeps their faith in an Angel...
With broken wings

~THE FLOWING PEN~





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Broken Wings