If I am meant to inspire,
Don’t let it be in vain.
If a bird was meant to fly,
And I was the path to leave the nest,
Don’t let them crash.
So many times,
I’ve been string,
Meant to be used as lasso.
And I break at the seams.
Let me finally be rope.
Don’t let me be the reason
Dreams buy one-way tickets to nowhere.
Let me be a reason
The concrete grew a flower,
Rebellious,
and bloomed.
~Written by: Virgenal Owens
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