I was weak and wounded,
When you found me,
I was hurt and confused.
When nothing made sense to me,
I remember the reasons you gave,
For every scar on my skin,
When the truth brought back nightmares,
You held me at night,
Wiping my sea of tears,
Drifting me off to sleep.
If I tell you right now,
You made me forget,
All the bitterness,
The confusion and harshness.
You found me, when I was hurt.
Confused and wounded.
You held me together,
Like the feather of a bird,
The little bird, fallen in the storm,
You held me together.
And you made me fly again.
Just like the little bird,
I spoke no language,
But the language of your touch,
I could feel the calm,
And the soothe,
Everytime I saw you,
I could be it all coming true,
How I slept at night,
With my eyes open,
Watching over you,
Jealous of every strand on your cheeks.
I spent the night, humming the love songs,
Remembering every chilly night,
I spent alone,
I remember every scar you made me forget.
And I look over you,
This little bird,
Flies to your palm,
And you hold it too tight.
This little bird promises you,
To pay back, until forever,
You found me,
When I was broken,
Confused and wounded.
You found this bird,
And you set it free.
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