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Is it wrong for angels to fly?

When humans are without wings.

Should they be restricted to the ground?

Made to walk among their less glorified counterparts?

My smiles are quickly fleeing

When I know others live with frowns

Do I deserve peace when I have not earned it? 

Because I was born into priviledge?  

It never felt right to celebrate

When others live in constant sorrow.

My days are spent wishing I could have the wings of angels

When others wish they could have my daily bread

My respect goes to those with nothing

That live like they have everything

My castle in the sky cannot compare

To their castle in the sand

They are those with the ultimate possession

More Valuable than gold

More precious than diamonds

Happiness is what they want

And happiness is what they have

So I resent my circumstance

And try to stand taller

Yet my melancholly still haunts me

For that is just who I am