She was a bird,
A bird with a broken wing
A bird that wanted to fly high ... soar in the sky
But her wings were mangled by many of her life's twists and turns
The bird just needed a tender care
To get better and be able to make the flight that she yearned for
'Cause without that flight she was a meaningless being
So caging her, with careful practicality that too, wouldn't have helped...
It was encouragement and a healing touch needed instead
To let her do her 'thing', live up to herself, ..and fly high....
With her flight and with her lover
She would have been complete
And a woman who feels complete
Is a lover beyond compare ...
Often you have to give a lot before getting in return
But when a woman who feels complete returns to you
She loves you like you never would believe ....
But without either one....she was a disaster waiting to happen
She chose her lover, but lost her soul
She chose her soul, but lost her lover...
The incompleteness itself holds her now
Engulfs her, as she holds on,
Flapping her wings,
Trying not to drown...
