Wings Beating Against the Glass

Wings Beating Against the Glass He said you pick up birds You bandage wings Not something I wanted to hear I did not heed the danger I did not prepare for the truth Once the wing is mended They fly away from you Back into the queue That ripped those wings apart And curse you, then For not being able To stop them From flying free To damage themselves Once again Wings beating against the glass Trying desperately To gain entrance When the storm turns darker But all the doors are barred And windows locked The physician, weary, sleeps And can’t no longer hear The cries above the thunder Still every night She says a prayer For the bird with the broken wing