My body hurts and my mind aches
I wish there were a way I could separate
I wish there were a way to recreate
I hate the road we’re traveling
My soul’s upset and my heart stings
We cannot fly with broken wings
When will it stop? When will we sing?
This is only a test
I want you to slip into my vest
It has great big symbols across the chest
Make this your quest
I don’t say this in jest
I need to fly above the rest
I accept the way I feel today
The pain will ease; wouldn’t you say?
I have found a way to separate I have found a way to recreate
I accept the road we’re traveling
My soul is learning not to bleed
We’ll learn to fly with broken wings
We’ll make it stop when we sing.
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