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Poetry of a Broken Heart: Dead Men Don't Fly

Updated on December 1, 2015

I never thought it would come to this
You soaring like an eagle and me still hiding in shadows
Some how I expected a different outcome
Like maybe you'd help me learn to fly again

But I took too long
My own fear getting in my way
Now I watch you sail the skies
Beautiful as ever
But no longer by my side

It's so painful to watch
But I can't take my eyes off of you
I long for the inner strength I once had
But that was a different time
And I was a different person then

Just another log
To throw in the fire
Of my own self pity
Dead men don't fly
We burn
So that the world can be purified

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