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Thank You For Letting Me Go
Your first catapult glad an inch near me.
The next sling, wafted my wings to pat the ground.
A hitch at the outset of the few flap of my wingsm
They only could wave at the sky.
I tried to be on foot, but no shoe fits.
I limped for my survival, but your cage curbed my life.
When a bird cannot fly, what is life?
Do not bring food or water to me.
For purely in my state, does death fits.
No one merry when their joy is buried under ground.
Should i be glad when my wings cannot touch the sky,
Or be happy when the wind no longer spread my wings?
Let me free and watch me fly on broken wings.
Test my deep cravings to recoup life.
Would you pardon me to visit the sky?
I may return if you want me.
I do not want to breathe next to the ground.
This cage is not somewhere my soul fits.
Tochi