Looked down upon as a songbird
With broken wings
Whose feeble voice
Could barely sing,
But the forest floor
And absorbed my last
I saw freedom in the skies,
I saw a scattered paradise
Where feathers fluttered ever so bright
And civilization found its might.
They couldn’t see me,
They didn’t dare,
For the trees were thick and never bare
My eyes blurry,
The leaves befriend
a bird of prey.
Storm clouds come with each passing day,
I drown with every pouring rain,
I hurt and bleed with every drop,
I want to be who I am not.
I shiver and burn as I dry off,
Needing help, but screaming
Needing to bury yesterday
Comforted by the pouring rain.
The Sun shines through and I’m distraught,
Wanted to leave but I forgot,
Leaves have dried and I’m alone,
What’s a songbird without a broken home?
No more rain, only heat
Wings and heart that barely beat
Wondering why I cannot sleep
Looking for hell but lost the key
Forest fires burn as they sweep,
Can’t fly, but I refuse to weep,
Corrupted lungs struggling to heave,
The hawks die when they cannot breathe,
The world lies in ashes along this floor,
Alone, but I don’t care anymore
I once was broken, now I am whole
As a phoenix I rise from this ashen floor
As a phoenix I fly,
Not weak anymore.
As a phoenix I shine,
And sing once more.