My Broken Wing
I cry a bucket of tears for the father
I never knew he created me out of the blue.
I wonder if he knew when I was due,
But reasured through the heavens I was true blue.
I'm sure he was as sensitive as
you know who, "I never knew you"
but I still grive over you.
I know in my heart you would have
been able to heal my broken wing.
That's how I escape my childhood dreams
as your always with me and my broken wing.
Copyright © Cheryl Mccall | Year Posted 2009
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