One More Hostage
Tiny winged hope skimming earth in symmetry speaks to me
Color flickers by on guard a wary intruder, silent hints to flee
Flawed feathered rebel left adrift forages amidst an avian sea
One more hostage in an imperfect world struggles just to be
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Monsters inside commandeer a captive to a place of nothing free
Stowaway living where hopes built a nest away on the fringe tree
Human bondage resurrects an image of a little boy now absentee
One more hostage in an imperfect world struggles just to be
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Out of the blue, without a choice, into the unknown, born are we
Innocent pastels color newborn visions, dreams mama's sweet pea
Angelic face knows not malicious intent sleeps pure without a plea
One more hostage in an imperfect world will struggle just to be
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In the end, when all is said and done, the last moment of no guarantee
Carrying the paints I stepped in along the journey to what I foresee
Once a blank canvas covered in the impact of shades that color my key
As one more hostage in an imperfect world who struggled just to be
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