I want to be saved,
Like a little baby bird.
My home is far away
And my wings don't seem to work.
It's always pouring rain,
It's always pouring hurt.
I want to be saved,
Like a little baby bird.
The flocks of my feather
Have been permanently severed.
I'm tethered, to lonely emotions
Shattered, crushed;
Much more than broken.
Dying in the dirt,
Choking on raindrops
Waiting for the pulse of pain
To finally stop.

I want to be saved,
Like a little baby bird.
My hero never came,
To rescue me from all the hurt.

-SLuR