oh these tattered imaginary wings want to make them real real oh these many useless coverings want to make throw away away you are the shelter in the winter rain you are the child underneath the pain you are feeling heavy you won t let it down it s not their not their sparrow falling until she s on the ground your not alone alone you are the caged one who is finally free you are the oasis in the desert heat you are the shelter in the winter rain you are the child underneath the pain you hold the answer though you can t explain what you are to me
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