Wings of Tomorrow

She has wings
But she can't fly.


She has tears
But she can't cry.

They say her feet are rooted beneath the ground;
She can't find them,
But she does try.

She digs and digs and deeper too
She gets tired,worried and exhaustedly too.


Seasons come and seasons go
She stays still
With the wind, she doesn't want to flow.

Away and farther away into an unknown world
Where her wings will be cut and tears dried
And no one would care how much she cried...


She digs and digs and deeper too.
She will find her feet
And fly too


And cry she will,
But not the tears of sorrow;
Cry she will,
With joy

For a day that will belong to her;

Her 'tomorrow'.


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