I’ll start a sentence with “but”
never leave a “.”
I’ve always started,
What I could never finish

Out of the ordinary
A canary with clipped wings,
Destined for greatness,
While being bound to her cage

Out of the ordinary
Clinging to her daily routine
Paralyzed by the fears,  
That she’ll never succeed

Out of the ordinary
Maybe she’ll fly after all
Though she was made for the sky,
We all have to learn to crawl

I can’t blame you for loving her,
She’s everything I want to be

Maybe at one point,
It was worth the wait,
but these words cut deeper than the blade