April 12, 2009
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Every Day
every day it’s something different
every day is a new chance to cry
wounded birds can’t fly
broken wings grounded
fresh tears on a fresh face
it’s a new dance
it’s the same song
feathers fall
eagles cry
what’s left of the ragged flight
ugly bones snap under pressure
she left her broken wing in the grass
what’s left of the pieces
tears fall for the last time
