She flies with a broken wing
looking for a branch to rest on
Somewhere safe to lay her head
waiting for the warmth of dawn,
She knows the branch that welcomes her
even in the dark
She’s nestled there many times
to rest her weary heart,
It gives her strength to fly again,
maybe even soar
“On two strong wings” it tells her
“just like you did before,”
Yet she knows which branch to never rest on
even in the dark
It cradled her in thorns of scorn
that pierced her dying heart,
“Don’t rest your broken wing here.”
It whispered in her ear
“I don’t want to see you crying,
I don’t want to see your fear,”
She flies on a broken wing
to a branch that bears her sorrow
It gives her hope she’ll soar again,
perhaps even tomorrow
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