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Take Flight

These concrete boots a cast upon my feet
there heavy weight cause soul to weep
as I’m tied to these concrete boots
while others in my same position
know not the image I envisage so
Proceed to pad their concrete boots
with soft sponge lining they've set their roots

but I have sores upon my soles from rubbing
of these concrete bowls that weigh my wings
to ground and soil they anger souls and blood they boil
yet fellow men around my sides adjust to them like creeping tides
a ghost I am emotions hide my dream to take a flight

for many years I’ve sucked it dry the grey brick filtered
out as tears I cry I cannot hide I cannot lie
my wings so wilted inside they die.

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