A BIRD WITH BROKEN WINGS

I met a bird with broken wings
called her my pink bird
she dropped me when
I wanted to take off

That's when I learned
that birds with broken wings
have broken hearts too,
I embraced a broken heart
and mine got broken too,
it's contagious!

I learned to observe and never condemn
to withdraw and never reclaim
to move on and never look back
most of all, to be careful,
to recognise the pain beneath the smile
the sad stories behind each happy face

I learned to never be cruel
and ask how it is that people manage
to rape the purity of an innocent heart,
to condemn powerless children into suffering?

I cheered a bird with broken wings
I called her my pink bird
she had a broken heart,
broke mine as well!