Wings
Somehow people tends to scarce like birds when they learn to fly, while you there staying in the nest waiting for your wings to spread. Time goes by, time goes by, new birds fly, new birds fly. Still you there struggling to lift your wings, Still you tends to flip your wings, still you force your way up to the sky. Flap, flap, flap, your wing begans to spread, but still you can't lift yourself, but still you keep your wings flapping, until one day your wings may take you to the wide sky.
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