Blown to the ground
Like a wounded bird
I'm blinking at the moon
And tears well in my eyes.
Peering through the darkness
Filled with molten stars
I'm trying to get in peace
With my troubled mind.
Blown to the ground
Like a wounded bird
A tangle of broken feathers
A mess of bones & twisted guts.
Does the waning light
Know about me
When every night
Turns into another day.
Blown to the ground
Like a wounded bird
I face the unknown
In the shifting of the season.
Fear has a scent
Like love does
May all my troubles
Soon be over.

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