I know you got hurt
when you fell down from the sky
You got back up
Not giving up
and tried to fly up high
Until sadly, you realized
your wings no longer worked
They got broken
by the battle
You fought, up in the air
The one you almost lost to
The battle you could not bare
But here on the ground
You got found
And were no longer alone
The pain, we share
The feelings, we care
Your wounds will begin to heal
Let us bandage you
And feed you
So that I can, one day
Look up to the sky
patiently waiting
for you to fly by
Glad to be knowing
you are alright
– ARM
This poem asks for music! So it can be a song.
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