Broken Wings
Parents have a special way,
Of making life complete.
That yearning deep within you,
They fill it, make replete.
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So with my parents absent,
The circle is not whole.
Just go through life stuck on the ground,
With other fillies, foals.
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No words of love within my ear,
No wisdom is imparted.
Just silence, from those long since gone,
A void from those departed.
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So on I go, riding my tricycle,
Roaring right along.
Let the wind blow away pain,
Tell myself I must be strong.
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Applebloom and Sweetie Belle,
From them I gain support.
We're the Cutie Mark Crusaders,
With long endured rapport.
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But still I'm stuck here on the ground,
Wings can't take me above.
Yearning for a sense of flight,
Yearning for touch of love.