The Lame In The Lane
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My wings are strong and so I am,
The beak is sharp and so my wisdom.
I've light in beady eyes and soul.
Though the stare of your eyes-
will never pierce in my body as bullets.
And curse of your words-
will never stab in my soul as arrows.
I can see the lust of your tongue
For the taste of my meat.
But nothing will tremble me.
''You can make arrows for me,
To cage me in your freedom''.
But sronger are my wings and my life
I can soar in the sky
But can you ever?
Lo' ''You are still the lame in the lane''.
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