Narrator: On a willow tree, sits a bird with broken wings..scared, abandoned, and wasting away due to her formal addiction and past.

Bird: I may be disabled. But I'm not to be labeled or put in a box. I may not fly now. But some how. With all my strength I will fly again.

Owl: You poor soul, I feel you too. I been there

Bird: I use to fly everywhere. I...