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Jan 2019
All the broken winged children will still fly
Their past, fears, cries, pains and torment

Will never happen to them no more
Moms, dads, uncles and aunts
Are upset because they left them

Free as the wind, depending how it flies
Broken wings can only go so far
They learned from past, cries, pains, and torment

Broken wings could heal but not for some.
How far was their destination?
Where did they come from?
Not from fears, cries, pains and torment

Still the broken winged children fly today.
Teresa
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