The Sound of Wings

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Alone,
alone,
perpetually alone.
A girl with no purpose,
a girl with no home.

Flittering,
fluttering
like a lost little bird,
trying to find her place
in this huge, massive world.

Adrift,
adrift,
constantly adrift.
A girl whose confusion blossoms
when she watches her world shift.

Flittering,
fluttering
like a lost little bird,
she doesn't know what to do,
she's been told her dreams are absurd.

Aflame,
aflame,
passions aflame.
She's got this need to belong,
to fight past the pain.

Flittering,
fluttering
like a lost little bird,
she's learning there's nothing wrong with being
a dreamer,
so she's heard.

Alive,
alive,
wonderfully alive.
The world is a clear sky
in which she can take flight.

Flittering,
fluttering
like a bird with a dream,
she flies higher and higher.
Her bright wings will be seen.