The Fall Before Flight

October 23, 2011
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I go up so high sometimes,

Just to again fall so low.

He picks me up and I feel the sky.

And when I'm about to fly, that's when he lets me go.

Broken arm, broken heart.

Broken tears from broken eyes.

He knows that hugs are not enough,

Does he know my smile's a lie?

I jump up and try to fly again,

But I need his help and love.

He doesn't feel what I feel,

He doesn't have a hand I trust.

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