Wounded Bird

I am the words That are locked so deep inside I am the voice You can hear with your eyes It’s hard to breathe, But my secret’s safe with me I am the face That you will never see… I go about my day It looks like normal life My sorrow is discreet A wounded bird in flight A wounded bird in flight Mine is a song Of secret poverty Deprived of light That still so many see It’s hard to grieve While this secret’s trapped in me Mine is a heart That’s not allowed to bleed… I go about my day It looks like normal life My sorrow is discreet A wounded bird in flight A wounded bird in flight