LITTLE WOUNDED WING
Little wounded wing.
You never knew how dangerous it could be.
Flying through life as you were.
Hoping others, like you, wanted to sing.
Little spark of light.
No one told you how maddening it would be.
Existing how you are, so special.
The rules never showed you how to fight.
Life it took a hold and stained.
Into your feathers and soul it pained,
you to see what this world really was behind the lies.
Through maligned and deceitful eyes.
After wandering your many trails, deserving of fairness and love.
The world is dark and mattered.
Cruel and harsh and tattered.
To a creature who sees the good in everyone from above
Little broken heart.
We all told you how not to cry.
No one cares for water spent.
The gulf between us now so far apart.
Hey little dying bird.
You told yourself in the end.
The only thing that was missing, was love.
And love was the only thing they no longer heard.