OPEN DOORS WELCOME ME,
BUT I HAVE NO WINGS TO FLY.
PAIN AND MISERY SURROUND ME,
REASONS I DONT DENY.
WHAT WRONG HAVE I DONE?
MY LIFE HAS JUST BEGUN.
I WANT TO FLY HIGH.
“HOW MUCH?”
10 FOR BISCUITS AND CHAI.
500 A MONTH CLIPPED MY WINGS,
EVEN BEFORE I TRY.
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