broken bird
I am but a broken bird who's
lost her will for flight,
I am but a song that's sung
in the deepest darkest night.
Not one of those of learned degree's
has the seed to my repair,
my fate has been spoken among
the trees she has only but dispair.
So cast not your lot to me my love
for these wings they cannot fly
the only thing that they can do
is wave a disheartened goodbye.
lost her will for flight,
I am but a song that's sung
in the deepest darkest night.
Not one of those of learned degree's
has the seed to my repair,
my fate has been spoken among
the trees she has only but dispair.
So cast not your lot to me my love
for these wings they cannot fly
the only thing that they can do
is wave a disheartened goodbye.
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