Broken Bird, Broken Bird-- Get well soon
Thee have to touch the sky, kiss the moon
Fleeting are these moments, give it a try
Thee not meant to crawl, get set & fly--
Broken Bird, this scourging noon, people gonna left thee alone
Don't despair, sing the song of hope & let them mourn
Broken Bird, feathers are growing again, thee lost nothing but fear of pain
Life is even more beautiful now; nothing to lose & gain--
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