Bird

An injured sickly wing,
It’s carcass rotting still.
The bird drags it along,
Quietly chirping a song:

“One day, I swear,
I’ll fly again, I promise,
One day, I swear,
I’ll find my one and only.

And we will nest upon a branch,
Up high beyond the heaven.
And we will sing our kids this song,
Until they sing along. ”

An injured sickly bird,
It’s carcass rotting still.
Life drags it along,
Quietly singing a song:

“One day, you swore,
You’d fly again, you promised,
One day, you swore,
You’d find your one and only.

And you believed a happy life
Awaited you, but in truth
What was a head,
Was too painful for you. ”