Broken Wings
There held in my hands the broken dove
Twitching with its shattered wings, failing to lift to above
And now it sung to me to take my bow
The whispers in my ears becoming louder now
The strings had wrapped upon my heart to make me the puppet
To dance to the rhythm of my guilt, this: my writ
The strings had pulled upward towards the heavens but I hang low
My sins barred down upon my flesh and to my heart, my body hangs shallow
And it ripped away from my breast and let the arteries bleed their way
And it stung my skin; it shriveled my hope to die away
Beaten down with my hands, the floor my bed
And all this sensation, blindness is dead
And now to see my heart hang before me, I reach toward the sky
And grabbed the bird that poses to be me in the essence of the cry
Oh in my palm it writhes
Taken from it, its gift to fly
Oh touch it now, rays of heaven-rays of healing
And in apathy, breeds desperation for feeling
Touch me now, dove for I have broken you
Hear me now for I have spoken to you
Oh sake for me dear evanescence
The birth of deliverance
Cut the strings that keep it from me, that keeps it with strings
Oh dear heart of mine, find the strength somewhere to heal these broken wings
Lex
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