Did you forget how to fly?
Did you lose yourself in the thorns of the nest that cradled you?
Did the memories of your first time, teetering too close to the edge,
Wake you in the night?
That leap was magical, it was the first time you knew,
That the endless sky was yours, and it’s wind would carry you.
Broken bird, you are not less,
Because the world stole a feather,
So sit with me a while and watch the orange sun sink low into the sky.
Close your eyes and feel the breeze, ruffling between your wings.
Let determination set into your tired eyes.
Broken bird, you are not alone.
Broken bird, tonight we fly.