From this house of our friendship, shut the door and light the match.
Throw behind you, walk away. (You burn it down, you burn it down!)
These ashes
These ashes
These ashes burn.
I think that nothing can fly with this broken wing.
There's so much to hold on to now.
Nothing can fly with this broken wing, so here's a gift, in this feather.
Nothing can fly with this broken wing, so here's a gift, in this feather.
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There's just so many amazing ventures ahead, a breathtaking sight that is beyond my imagination. I know for sure I have to leave it all behind.. to burn the bridges I've passed before and destroy the pathways I've walked before. I won't go back, no I won't. The remnants to be cast into the fire and not a trace to be left behind. I've limped far enough with this broken wing, it's time I take this step of faith to leap across the cliff, I will fly.
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