New birth...terrifying to be expelled from the cocoon; away from it's warmth...too soon, too soon?Yes, I've grown full-term, but must I really leave? Must I live the dreams I've just begun to believe? It's scary out here, these new wings are barely dry. I was starting to walk, but to survive I must fly. I don't feel ready, there's so much darkness before the dawn..but I was a burden and you have your own life, and now your caravan has gone on.
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