The Bird with the Broken Wing

That day I woke up wondering what it was going to bring
The bird outside my window was trying to sing.

Sometimes you try real hard but it just ain't your time
To chase their dreams I traded mine.

To make this house a home, I smiled and accepted my gloam.
The bird outside my window had lost it's tone.

To keep my people happy was life, I thought
Nothing in return from them I sought.

For pleasing their smug, I bid my happiness and gave it a hug.

Nothing in return I got, but just pure hate.
God? Was this really my fate?

Getting no answer I decided to move ahead.
Was God ever on my side or is God dead?

It was late by the time the truth I discerned
I'd traded my dreams for them I yearned.

I was liable for destroying me.
I should have gone with what I decided to be.

Now keeping my people happy is the thing of the past.
Making this house a home is in my priority, but at last.

Today I wake up knowing what it brings.
The bird outside my window has broken it's wings.