We

 

We must let go 

Of those hurtful things 

That burn and hiss

And bite and sting 


That hurt the heart 

And clip our wings 

Where we can't fly

And we can't sing 


I think it's time 

To turn the page

Turn to the light

And quiet the rage

 

Forgive the slights

We cannot change 

And spread our wings 

To escape this cage 

 

 

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