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I've been locked away for so long

my wings have not yet touched air

their golden tips hide in the darkness

and only he seemed to care

now on this glorious April night

he's finally set me free

after months of patient waiting

he's spoken the words to me

i dare not tell a soul

its a sectret i must keep

i cry for wanting to shout it out

but tears of joy do i weep

i could fight a thousand men

take on sudam hussien alone

i'll gladly go to hell and back

for my convo on the phone

i've been patient for so long

reading the words online

but fianlly hearing him confess

i know we'll be just fine