STANDING right on the edge he WISHED,
WISHED for wings so he could FLY,
FLY away from this ruthless WORLD,
WORLD which shot down his DREAMS,
DREAMS which had given him HOPE,
HOPE to fly away from it ALL,
ALL the pain his heart bore ALONG,
ALONG the edge he walked AIMLESS,
AIMLESS musings his lifes turn OUT,
OUT of this prison he'd decided to FLEE,
FLEE he did as into depths he LEAPED,
LEAPED along broken wings a broken heart a broken soul....
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