Tattered wings and broken strings
Crawling through the gusty winds,
But still I move, with silent might,
Toward the promise of the light.
The world may howl, the night may sting,
But I was born with fire within.
No storm can claim what’s mine to be,
No chain can hold what longs for free.
Each scar I wear, a badge, a flame
A mark of how far courage came.
Thousand falls and million tries,
Yet still I chase the endless skies.
These broken wings will learn to soar
Not less, but stronger than before.
So let the winds roar wild and high
I’m not the one who says goodbye.
I am the storm, the flame, the spark
With wings of fire, I light the dark.
Sreejith Kulaparambil
