Praise be to God
That I am an eagle
Even with my broken
Wings I am still
free. I can still smell
The fresh smell
Of the pine trees
Even though I
Fell down from
The top, I am still
Alive and strong
My will is unbend
And my spirit is
still soaring dignified.
The skies above are
Thunderous and
Grey. The ground below
Full of traps and thorns.
Praise be to God,
I learned to navigate
Through danger
Never lose sight
Never lose hope!
Even with broken wings
I am still an eagle
Eyeing the world
From above
My body is full
Of injuries, but
My spirit is unscathed
I was born to soar
I was born for higher
Goals and fit for
Higher places..
I will endure this
Pain and I will
Live through the
Thunder in hope
Undiminished of a
Bright day when
I will spread my
Wings and fly
And fly, and fly,
Right above the
Grayness of today
To that brilliant
Summit where I
Belong.
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