Take my wings and rip them out,

Because they are both a blessing and curse,

And dearest people who are jealous of me:

Don’t you see I have it worse?

The freedom is there right in front of me,

And I have wings which could make me fly,

But doubt is such a deadly thing,

That it chains me in sight of the sky.

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