Damaged goods that's what I was,
left broken, alone, frightened,
locked up in pain - not being able to fly
'Bird with Broken Wing.'

As time goes by, healing comes to my soul
but I run and flee away.
It's hard to trust,
hard to believe I deserve to be free.
Could Freedom be mine?
or will I always be - 'Bird with Broken Wing.'

As I surrender to the storm,
the way becomes clear.
The small quiet voice within
gently guiding, unconditionally accepting
& eternally loving 'The Bird with Broken Wing.'

As I come to the edge,
darkness surrounds
with inner strength, I walk on....
Knowing I will find the solid ground.
Faith spurs me on
I will soar.
No longer bound to be 'Bird with Broken Wing.'

By Vicki
February 3, 2003
Posted with permission