My beautiful angel
Did they love to hear you sing?
Did they bait you and cage you
And clip your wings
For their own sad amusement?

Did you believe that your laughter
Reflected in their eyes?
When in truth it washed past
Just like rocks in the tide
How long can you refuse it?

Your innocence is faded
Feathers moulting to the ground
Yet you gather them
cherish them
Glue them on and dance around
Like you still had wings to fly with

The light is much too bright, it’s so much easier to take
Reflected off a blade stained with a history of pain
For though its wings lie bent and crippled, it still sings its beautiful song
Of memories when it soared through the freedom where it belongs
If we do not help it heal, then it surely will not live
But how can we, when it refuses anything we give?

Does it even realize it’s broken?