Broken Wings.

By cassiopeia

Thu, 28 Jan 2010
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How can I fly
With these two broken wings
I’m a poor wounded bird who just sits here and sings
With the leaves close around me
The world far below
I am stuck on this branch ‘til my feathers regrow

My voice is my message
My song my lament
While I’m waiting to soar I must be content
With the wonders around me
The beauty that grows
The gentle green summers the cold winter snow

And yet while I sit here
Not free to take flight
A part of me dwindles like evenings last light
And though I am still me
Deep down I know
That if I don’t fly soon I’ll simply let go.

Certificate U
Poem
Thoughts and Whispers.
Autobiography

Comments

Submitted by Verity Valentine on
Love it :) sabzwin x

V. Valentine ©

Submitted by tcook on
You should watch this - although sadly it's a shadow of the original: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-QOCLQ0A6wA It's called Broken Wings by John Mayall and the Bluesbreakers.

Submitted by tcook on
OK - found the original now - and it's so much better: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RY3FweScwh4&feature=related

Submitted by shoe on
reads beautifully, the end is like a twist of the knife,