Crawling

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On broken wings I fly.

On broken wings I fall.

On broken wings I cry,

Then I begin to crawl.

Nothing will ever stop me.

It may just slow me down.

Nothing can hold me back

Even down here

On the ground.

I feel my breath fading.

I wonder how I got so low.

I feel my soul cringing.

My heart begins to slow.

I lift my head,

I see it.

A glimmer under the door.

A light I would have never seen

If I had not been crawling on

The floor.

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