To those of us with broken wings,
with voices that no longer sing,
whose past can make them cry;
To those of us who feel the pain,
who've seen more loss and much less gain,
whose soul flickers with a dying fire;
To those of us with tears inside,
with many secrets we have to hide,
whose eyes beheld the horrors life can bring;
We alone are a dying breed,
with our pain a separate creed,
we hold back, withdraw, we no longer want friends anymore.
But what you fail to see
is what a joy life still can be
you've seen the pains
you know the strains,
but did you know that you can heal?
I know now that there are those
who will never crack a grin,
But I know now that I am not
going to deny myself the right to win.
I will stand, I will try,
to heal the wounds that make me cry,
I will fight to gain the bandage that my heart so sorely needs.
To those of us with broken wings,
With broken hearts among other things,
With a past that we would rather not discuss;
If you try to heal you can
If you don't want to I understand
But still I think you would benefit if you tried.