Wounded Wings

No one to dry my tears
With whom to share my fear?
My mourns; tell me, who hears?
Whose heart, dare I near?

Feeling so icily lonely,
My fragile heart do you see?
From this island of doubt I wanna flee,
To soar among the cloud, high up & free…

Hear how sweet the birds sing,
Feel how swift the wind glides,
See how gay the leaves dance,
How I long to trail,
Yet the dagger in my heart stings,
And my soul’s frozen since,
Until someone mends my wounded wings…