The Broken Sparrow

Broken wings and broken bones
are all they'll ever see.
Memories of the years I've flown
forever torment me.

a heart of gold in a rotting chest
isn't worthy of a glance.
Yet a poisoned heart in its golden vest
will put millions in a trance.

I know one day my wings will mend
and once again I'll soar
but such a day seems like a dream
when lying upon the floor.

To say its hard is to say the sun
is but a flicker of a flame.
When all the world will ever see
is a body torn and lame.

Yet I continue on knowing that
someday they'll see me true.
And all will speak of the day
the broken sparrow flew.

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