Wings of Stone

I remember walking out the door,
Thinking how I can be so much more,
But it seems I can't escape because I'm stuck to the floor.

Bound to my hometown,
taking everyone's shit and being put down,
let down,
thrown down,

...Maybe if I die,
I could become an angel and fly.

...No, that's not likely, because right now, when I try to spread my wings it's like they're made of stone.
It seems I'll never escape, I'm kept here, alone.

But as my dreams are being shot down,
I begin to realize, they become easier to reach as they fall to the ground!

Their doubt gives me strength now.
I may not know how to fly yet, but I'm sure I'll figure out how.

-The Lazarus

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