Broken Bird

I was little when I found you,

you were tiny too;

I feared your big beak,

so I didn't hold you.

I watched you as you grew,

you were ready to fly,

again.

But I kept you,

you were still in pain

and I was still lonely.

So I didn't free you.

I told you honest lies about me...

I remember now,

tried to help you fly,

I would teach you how!

Though: "My little ladybird,

'fly' is but a word.

Just watch, and follow what's heard."

I had no wings to teach you,

So, I let them teach thee,

made you, poor bird, see others in the sky.

Then, from my window,

I held you and freed you...

"Let's put a smile on!

Your little bird flew like a cannon,

now, clean the blood on the lawn,

my little broken bird."