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March 8, 2008
Cast out to wander the earth with one broken wing
I stagger through these cobblestone streets
Sleeping in pissed stained allies
Eating garbage scraps to survive
Begging for change
Hoping some generous soul will toss a few coins to the filthy wretch
Humiliating, debasing myself
While He sits on his throne
Pretending ultimate power like a schoolyard bully
But all is not lost
Hope lives in those who can fall no farther
There are many of us
Forgotten sons, discarded daughters
An army of broken-winged bastard soldiers
Sharpening our hand me down blades
And learning how to fly once more