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Getting Through
Like a dead bird,
He falls from the sky,
Landing on top of me,
And I ask myself 'Why?'
How did this happen?
I'm so far from home,
Ran away from my father,
Now I'm free to roam.
It seems as though I'm broken,
I'm so far away,
Kept with my enemy,
And I don't know why but I want to stay.
