"You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, Ill rise"

Maya Angelou

She loved him like he was the last man on earth.
Gave him everything she ever had.
He'd break her spirit down, then come lovin up on her.
Give a little, then take it back.
Shed tell him bout her dreams; hed just shoot em down.
Lord, he loved to make her cry.
"Youre crazy for believin youll ever leave the ground."
He said "Only angels know how to fly."


And with a broken wing she still sings.
She keeps an eye on the sky.
With a broken wing, she carries her dreams.
Man, you ought to see her fly.

One Sunday mornin she didnt go to church.
He wondered why she didnt leave.
He went up to the bedroom, found a note by the window
With the curtains blowin in the breeze.


And with a broken wing she still sings.
She keeps an eye on the sky.
With a broken wing, she carries her dreams.
Man, you ought to see her fly.
With a broken wing, she carries her dreams.
Man, you ought to see her fly.

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