On a plain,the young bird lay
Weak on the knee,bruised on the breast
A broken wing and shattered feathers
I passed by and saw
Yes,I saw the dying bird
Struggling to move a step ahead
Tears stuck on the tiny eyes
Not a drop falling to the ground
Strong she stood,firm and still
Waiting for the end
They said it will be okay at the end
Why the pain?
We've been here before
Short hands couldn't save no one
Watching from a far
Our own pain tattooed on our foreheads
The past tormenting us
The present is in ruins
What good does the future hold?
Screw ups down the road
A desire to be better
When we can't embrace what we are now
To be better is to be who we are;
Ignorant
We hold on to our misery
Repeating the same old things
Again and again
Numb
Empty inside
There is just but a little hope
We will become something big
Even though slowly we metamorphosize.
