Broken Songbird

Locked inside this home,
filled with mold and lack of care
my lungs are my wings;
and my wings they have no air.

I grasp onto a thread of hope
I've managed to restore,
but in my restless sleep
my hope has slipped away once more.

I am a bird, trapped in a cage.
I've fallen to the floor.
Drowning in the river of my tears,
my wings can fly no more.

Hearing the last small sound emitted,
from my tattered broken core,
my angels send a gentle hand,
to lift me up and help me stand.

How did she know I was broken,
lying hopeless on the floor.
How did she know I had lost my will
and I could no longer soar?

With the insight of a God I can't reach,
she has the wind I need,
and on the wings of laughter and friendship,
I begin to breath.

The nighttime pillow of despair,
waits for me to sleep,
and smothers me with its familiar scent ,
slowly crushing out my air.

Awakened again, I lay motionless,
on the floor of this cage I have known,
the cage of depression, of sorrow,
my familiar home.

I am but a songbird, and the air of music I need
music gently heals my soul
without the song I'm singing,
I'll simply cease to breath.

This cage will not contain me,
I've found my strength once more.
slowly I am climbing out,
to find space where my soul can soar.

I was a broken songbird,
and thought I would sing no more.
my guardian angels rescued me
and helped me fly once more.