How can I fly
With these two broken wings
I’m a poor wounded bird who just sits here and sings
With the leaves close around me
The world far below
I am stuck on this branch ‘til my feathers regrow
My voice is my message
My song my lament
While I’m waiting to soar I must be content
With the wonders around me
The beauty that grows
The gentle green summers the cold winter snow
And yet while I sit here
Not free to take flight
A part of me dwindles like evenings last light
And though I am still me
Deep down I know
That if I don’t fly soon I’ll simply let go.
Comments
sabzwin | January 28, 2010 - 20:58
Love it :)
sabzwin x
tcook | January 29, 2010 - 13:56
You should watch this - although sadly it's a shadow of the original:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-QOCLQ0A6wA
It's called Broken Wings by John Mayall and the Bluesbreakers.
tcook | January 29, 2010 - 14:08
OK - found the original now - and it's so much better:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RY3FweScwh4&feature=related
shoe | January 29, 2010 - 18:33
reads beautifully, the end is like a twist of the knife,