Even if i had wings,
I couldn't fly.
Had LOST my confidence,
Because they never let me try.

But I would jump about,
When no one was around.
Lest they broke my legs, too.
I was supposed to be DOCILE.

Then I learned THE TRUTH.
I was meant to fly,
And I, too, could rise high.
They tried to stop me.

They all laughed.
No one stood by me.
I decided to STAND by me.
I decided to provoke the me.

At the edge of the height, I stood,
The fall would be deep.
If I had to die,
I would die TRYING,
So I jumped.

I fell,
Broke my bones,
But not my confidence.
I was HAPPY.

I tried again,
I fell,
But OPENED my wings,
They were big and strong.

I tried and tried,
And learned to BREAK my fall.
Now I had to float in the air,
And rise above.

And when I rose,
They saw me fly.
They tried to bring me DOWN,
But couldn't, however, hard they tried.

I fly with vengeance,
Igniting the fire,
In all like myself,
And PROVOKE them to fly.