Quietly crying rain outside the window
It just can't stop.
The leaves are yellow in trampled in mud
...And they still wanted to fly.
Life! I'm fed up with your lessons!
How much can you teach?!
I was born rebellious
And you can't restrain me!
Look what you're doing to me.
Don't expect me to beg for nothing!
Wing broken and bent,
Thank God, the wounds don't hurt!
What are you trying so hard for?
Heard whether a bird with the sky to separate
longs and looks in the blue heights!
Of the last forces will soar.
2000 year
Facebook group member MAQ
Tatiana Volt
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