the wounded bird

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oh wounded bird,


why do you cry to me?


why am i the only one around to care for thee?


why do your feathers attract me so?


how naive am i to always go?


when ample are the healthy birds,


but them i cannot see.


oh wounded bird,


why you string along…


i only wish to fix your wings so you can sing your songs.


i wish the song required two


anything to sing with you.


for now i’ll stay up all the night,


if for one time you respond.


oh wounded bird,


one day I hope to see…


a perfect world with you and me with just one guarantee:


that even with our wings propelled,


that i am certain our hands were held.


but one thing that i’ll plead from you,


please, please, don’t fly back up to the tree. 


Created: Mar 22, 2011

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