Broken Wings

I am a warrior wounded

And a poet disenchanted

In fallen state with unclean slate

And broken wings

Even lions die and eagles fall

Laid in the ground, but once stood tall

The proud in the dust, crowns of rust

And broken wings

A gift isn’t always taken at the end

A rose reclaimed, a soul to mend

The rose chose its place in another’s vase

And broken wings

Now to fly or plummet down

Silence is the only sound

To fall is to die, but I have no air to fly

And broken wings

Honor without the medal

And Courage without a badge

But I will soar forevermore

With broken wings

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