Now a youg man, with a mind of his own, looking at the begining, destiny unknown. New ideas to take in, his values turned, his innocence fleeting, ignorance burned. Tolerant and more accepting, his heart is set free, no longer blind, he is able to see. Yearning and aching, for his parents to let go, but they are filled with, protection, worries, and woe. Afraid to see, their baby grow up and fly, their fear is holding him, causing his spirit to die. He's like a beautiful bird, confined to a cage, the feared child, coming to adult age.Birth sign: Not entered
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