some people call me an angel, a savior for them
people look upon me to help them
to make them happy
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well what about me?
im no angel
my wings are torn
my body wounded
but yet i manaage to stand tall
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i stand tall not for me
but for those i love
and those who look upon me
one day i will soar
and one day i will smile truly
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but until then
im sitting here,
broken in so many ways
wishing,watching,waiting for my chance
to fly
