Broken
A bird on the ground
Eyes filled with sorrow
They speak without a sound
Predicts no tomorrow
Can see no light
In darkness he walks
Been harmed in a fight
Of which he never talks

In his nest he lies
He gives me a token
Of why he never flies
His wings have been broken
He's waiting for peace
For living, no reason
Thinks it never will seize
His surrounding's treason

It's winter in his soul
Stormy and grey
It's bloodfreezing cold
Why? He dares not say
Want to take him to my chest
Make him safe and warm
Let his mind come to rest
And shelter him from harm

I reach out my hand
But he starts to shiver
Tiny waves in the sand
From his body that quivers
In his mourning eyes
Grows a tear
There is no disguise
I can feel his fear

I am closer now, nearly there
Kneeling down beside
Hear a whisper in the air
Just a breath, terrified
"Don't lift me high
I'm afraid to fall
You know I can't fly
Have no strength at all"

I look at the bird
So black and so small
So helpless and hurt
How could I let him fall?
I want him to know
That never
Would I let him go
Not ever

That always
Will he be safe here with me
But he says
"That, you can't promise me"
But eventhough it might come a day
When something tears us apart
I can promise him he'll always lay
In a safe place, right here in my heart...

~Take these broken wings and learn to fly again, learn to live so free~

Skriven av: Cizzi

The eye of the storm