No wing is not broken
For the bird who most needs to fly

It was
Never
About filling empty spaces
It was
Only
About finding places to belong

Let the dark day come
When he finds his wings
Can't deliver him

No river meets the ocean
For the big fish in the little pond

It was
Never
About leaving the comfort of home
It was
Only
About finding a place he could belong

Let the dark day come
When he finds the current
Can't deliver him

No poet is not troubled
No poet is not troubled
Let the dark day come
When he finds that art
Can't deliver him