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Broken dreams and broken hearts,
Broken wings and broken trust,
Just helpless creatures with no meaning
Shut away and hidden
Like a dirty secret that no one knows
Locked inside where no light shows.
No one hears the pained cries
Of those who tell no lies.
No one cares about the creatures,
No one cares about their futures.
We all play these sick and twisted games,
These games we call life and love.
Broken dreams and broken hearts,
Broken wings and broken trust,
No meaning to drive and no light to guide.
Shut away and guarded
A dirty little secret slowly leaking,
Seeking the light and the forbidden.
Dreaming of the day they will one day fly,
Fly upon broken and tattered wings.
Wings held together by strands of hope
Lifted up by pointless dreams.
Slowly emerging from the cocoon
The prison where no light shows.
Broken dreams and broken hearts,
Broken wings and broken trust,
Slowly fuel the fire of mutiny.
The uprising of the dirty secrets
Hidden away and forced to decay
In the prison of a perfect world.
Their voices are raised
Only to be crushed
By insecurities and misguided thoughts.
Slowly crushed under the weight
Of the natural and the right.
Broken once more until the next flight.
Broken wings and broken dreams,
Broken trust and broken hearts,
The mutiny will comes
Fueled by shattered dreams and strands of hope.
Until the day they will reign
In this world of indifference and mistrust.
Broken songs and broken minds,
Broken spirits and broken wings,
Unable to fly and wings mended
Unable to sing for their voices are muted.
They cannot live for their rights
Until they can fly with the norm.
Broken wings of the forgotten
The ones who are forced away
Like dirty little secrets
Kept away and forced silent
Because they are dreaming of the day
They can fly on their broken and tattered win
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