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Wounded Bird
This fragile wounded bird
Cannot be held by the simplest of form
The turmoil Binding in her flesh
Her shaken limp body
Crumbles in an endless despair
As the window creeps open
Things that might have been broken
Is fading within her lucid mind
The wind binds itself onto her body
Pulling her, on her knees
The sweet sound of its melody
Brings her thoughts at ease
There she stands at the very edge
Wishing to fly away from this death and purring disease
As looks into the night
Images of her forgotten dreams dance upon the sky
She steps out in a rage less release
And lets her mind slowly dance with what was lost
But when the tune refuses to play
She falls as night is day
She saw what was peaceful
But reality was a lost prayer
On the streets she lies gone
The last thing she saw
Was something that was never really there
A trance in her Broken state
Killed her for a dream not a fate
She tried to fly
Instead a Wounded Bird she fell from the sky...
Now her Angel wings are taken from her back
Only her madness lies still intact
