With clipped wings, I still attempt flight.
No encouragement from you now.
The lack of hope acts like gasoline, and I am fueled
Without you, my clipped wings have the chance to regrow.
From the depths of your fruitless soul I can complete my task,
Because there is so much more to the world, so much more to humanity than mere survival.
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