My Song

"My Song" My song is like a bird who cannot sing It cannot fly because of its broken wing The notes come softly down on the ground When they hit you do not hear a sound Someone so broken, and so true Can make you just turn so blue So just this once hold her tight Then she might start to go back on her flight

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Edward Ebbs

Date: 4/30/2014 12:06:00 AM

Life can be hard for those who feel life, but a tragedy is when one gives up hope. Setting small achievable goals can be enlightening when you achieve them. There are two paths from a tragedy, one is an easy path and the only reward is it was easy. Take the other path... ~ Peace

Peter Kiggin

Date: 4/15/2014 4:49:00 AM

unfinished symphony

Justin Bordner

Date: 4/9/2014 8:42:00 PM

Sometimes songs are meant to be sensational in silence. J.A.B.

Richard Rosen

Date: 4/9/2014 3:26:00 PM

Courtney, Sad, powerful and deeply personal. The ending so hopeful. I was deeply moved by the imagery and sincerity in the tone of the poem. Keep writing and I'll keep reading what you write. Richard

Pace Ink-U-Script

Date: 4/9/2014 2:04:00 PM

I absolutely love both comments...this is beautifully written.

V P Mahur

Date: 4/9/2014 1:21:00 PM

Dear Cuortney, So sweet words you use for your description . simple but deep. I love it.

Jerry T Curtis

Date: 4/9/2014 9:43:00 AM

The bird can sing/ But will not/ The bird can fly/ But dares not/ Caged by those/ Who care not/ Now is time to find the key/ and fly away to liberty / Find inside yourself the power/ This is your defining hour/ Little bird/ I hear you sing/ This is the place /to mend your wing........Keep singing little bird.

Pace Ink-U-Script
Date: 4/9/2014 2:03:00 PM

Your comment is very powerful my friend!