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Day Wing Nov 2015
What are broken hearts
        ... but souls who dared
May these lines echo deep
Day Wing Oct 2015
Men are brutal, having stones for a heart
Pain and anguish, these are their work of art
Among them you will live, try to play along
My child, my child, please stay strong

If they attack, they aim for the very soul
To break their prey, that is their standing goal
You will see them hunting all day long
My child, my child, please stay strong

In their eyes, you will never see remorse
To conscience, they have long been divorced
Cries and shouts to them are a lovely song
My child, my child, please stay strong

Someday, my child, this will all be history
Love and compassion, they will one day come to be
But for now, you will live amongst monsters
My child, my child, please stay strong
Day Wing Aug 2015
Despite the despair and hatred in this world, there is still beauty in it
Remember that ;)
Day Wing Jul 2015
Go on little bird, take flight
Up, up high, set your sight
Let your colors reach full potential
Strive to be great, stand monumental

Fly little bird, fly up high
Let yourself be seen, don’t be shy
Stay confident, stop doubting
You’ll simply waste time with all the hiding

Go on little bird, take flight
You won’t be alone, there shall be light
Guidance and help will be by your side
So don't let fright, nor worry, step inside

Fly little bird, fly up high
Don’t settle for less, aim for the sky
Dream big, no limit is set for you
Remember, there’s nothing you can’t do

Go on little bird, take flight
Spread your wings
Reach your dreams
Fly little bird, fly up high
We may all start little..
But we can never dream too big :)
Fly up high dear poets!
Day Wing Jul 2015
We were but broken hearts; hoping to find the pieces in each other's embrace
Day Wing Jul 2015
:)
Why not end your day knowing you made someone smile?
That would be nice..
Day Wing Jun 2015
It was never meant to break our spirits,
rather to prove we have beating hearts!
We mustn't succumb in the face of pain dear poets! Feeling pain is proof that we are alive! It proves that we have souls! It proves that we have beating hearts! :)
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