Broken pieces and foreign glue

I’m not bound by this place
Travel the oceans, the seven seas
Sprout wings like an angel
peace

For far too long I’ve sit still in my chair
Thought I was strapped down to the seat
I was in despair

Slowly regenerating the power of life
Going to travel and find something to strife for
A goal in life, that’s what I miss
Don’t want my existence to be like a dull knife

Greater accomplishments then grades or fun
For what I need
Is not found here but somewhere far under the sun

Or even further away

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