With dreams damaged, and promises torn,
With a clipped wing, and the locked cage door,
With terror gripping, the very ground,
With a binding fear, all around,
I’ve found my place, to rise and soar,
Learned to fly, on my own.
Roadblocks on the path abound,
Just a lamb on the sacrificial way,
Unsure whether lost or found,
All my labels, thrown away,
Not special, not good, nothing I sound,
But watch as in my sky, I fly away.