Broken Wing

little bird on the ground
with a broken wing
it cannot fly
nor it tries to dream

let the time pass by
to heal the wounds
let the wind blows
let the leaves fall

but dont forget to hear
what the wind says
'cuz the love did not die
It sings you a song

but the sound is so weak
and weak is your soul, now
and the pain of your wounds
does not leave you to hear
the love song

So now rest,
little bird
let the wounds to be heal
wait the winter to pass

and who knows
when the summer comes by
you will be able to fly
and in the sky you will hear
other birds singing their songs