A bird needs to fly
Where and how high?
How with broken wings?
Hear with her pretty voice as she sings
Let me fly, she says, let me try
Were will you go and how high?
How will you fly with broken wings says I
I don't know, she says, but let me try
I need to go, I need to fly
You can, says I, when your wings heal
Be patient, the time will come when the wind is what you will feel
A mother's poem to her daughter
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