A bird born of broken wings and broken hope
Wished that soon, the gift of flight may come.
One day, she attempted with a jump out of her nest,
Yet all luck aborted, leaving her broken on the sediment.
All she asked for was to be like the rest,
But as an outcast, she could never achieve that.
So on the ground she lays,
As the vultures are to come; to sweep her away.