Birds with broken wings can’t fly
And my heart without you can beat
So here dead and still I lie
Wishing that your warmth will warm me
For my body, my soul can’t see
I’m blind
Can you hear that?
It’s the beating of a broken heart
You gave me wings,
Then you came and cut them off
You made me fly,
Then you let me crash
Where are your arms?
My sanctuary and my protection?
Where are you?
Where am I?
Please can someone help me?
Bring me to life again
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