Fly

I once dreamt that I was a bird.
Flying high and mighty.
The world beneath me.

Then my wing broke,
And I started to fall.
Never having a chance.

I was lying on the ground.
One wing broken,
My freedom gone.

I am a bird with a broken wing
And it cannot be fixed,
Then...

... how high can you fly with a broken wing?

(C) Camilla Hansen