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Broken Wings

Alone I sit in this black chamber,
Waiting for something to happen.
But nothing changes, no return of light.
I think of past times, of better days,
Times so far away.

With broken wings I fly through broken dreams.
With broken wings I fall into bitterness.

Now I lay dying on the battlefield of love,
Never to stand up again, never to fight again.
Silent cries inside, flowing tears outside.
Noone is here to help me out.
I’m so alone!

With broken wings I fly through broken dreams.
With broken wings I fall into bitterness.



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