Mama,
Why can't I fly?
Mama,
What's wrong with my
wings?
Mama,
Every time I try
Mama,
I just fall like a
brick from the sky
Mama,
I'm scared to leave
the nest again
Mama,
When will I be able
to do what I was made to?
Mama,
I don't want to need
you to swoop low
To catch me every
time I fall.
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