There once was a boy,

Who dreamed he could fly.

This wasn't a ploy,

He wanted to reach for the sky.

 

 

So he spread his wings out,

Out far and wide.

He leaped, gave a shout

And took to the skies with spread wings by his side.

 

 

The boy soared high above the ground,

Higher into the vast blue.

Climbing higher with such abound,

That is what he wished to do.

 

 

His wings carried him higher,

Foot by foot he would rise.

But in his heart was a fire

That would soon see its demise.

 

 

Once his wings were clipped,

His smile became a frown.

The entire world soon flipped,

And he plummeted straight down.

 

 

He crashed into a cage,

Bound by wire, chains and rings.

From there he would rage,

At the loss of his precious wings.

 

 

In the cage he grew fangs,

Which he bore at all of the strife.

But his heart still felt the pangs,

Caused by the sorrow of his life.

 

 

Everyday, he chose to fight,

Against the hardships that he bore.

He never once lost sight,

That his sorrows would be no more.

 

 

He sought victory in the end,

No matter how far away.

Conquering hardships he'd ascend,

Once more with new wings that day.