☆• «Wings of Hope».

Fragile dreams like paper wings,
Trying hard to touch the things.
That seem so far beyond my reach,
Lessons only life can teach.

Though I’m fragile, I will fly,
Reaching for the open sky.

Paper wings, carry me,
Over mountains, over seas.
Though I’m small, I’m meant to soar,
Higher than I’ve ever before.

Torn and weathered, bent but strong,
I’ll keep moving all along.
Every tear has made me wise,
Learning how to touch the skies.

Though I’m fragile, I will fly,
Reaching for the open sky.

Paper wings, carry me,
Over mountains, over seas.
Though I’m small, I’m meant to soar,
Higher than I’ve ever before.

Even when the storms descend,
I will rise and never end.
Folded wings may seem so thin,
But inside is fire within.

Paper wings, carry me,
Over mountains, over seas.
Though I’m small, I’m meant to soar,
Higher than I’ve ever before.

Paper wings, forever free,
Flying towards my destiny.

— Angelskij/Ангелич
(https://t.me/poet_ot_boga)