The wings are broken, and useless.
Your so familiar freedom is gone...forever...

All is quiet, in the night
of this room...

She flys so low.
She's almost part of the earth...

Your hands still hurt,
As though with fingers burnt...

I take you in my arms,
and hold you against me...

You don't know the things that
go through my mind when I look at you...

Smoke, bitter sweet, fills my lungs.
Thunder, rolling and creeping, shakes...

I kissed you the other night.
You were asleep, and peaceful...

I love the sound of rain.
It makes me want to run...

It's time for me to go,
so you say...

I saw you looking at me
the other night...

My mother gave me a gift the other day.
A big old bundle she pointed to...