You told me I am worthless
and a burden to everyone.
When I was small,
I was always in your way.
You gave me strong beliefs
as everything you said
was the word of god for me.
I owned your worthlessness
and became your son.
Look at me: do you see yourself?
No.
You see someone who is proud.
My birthright belongs to you.
You see someone who flies
with ease you never knew.
I am not your son.
I am the son of the sky,
and I am flying free.
I dream.
Did you ever dream?
I never heard the word.
Do you see the sun?
Do you feel its warmth?
Of course not.
I am the son of the sky,
and I am flying free.
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