My Empty Flight

May 14, 2011
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A bird I am, a wounded dove
skin bleeds blood, heart bleeds love
I thought he saved me from destiny
but he drowned me in his poisoned sea
He kissed my lips, but struck my face
a treat with bitter aftertastes
When others want to hear my song
He gives me pain for his own wrongs
I clung to him to heal inside
Like clutching fire, burned alive
My eyes rake the sky in wishful vain
I'm bound form clouds by lock and chain
And when alone I cannot fly
My curse for trusting harmful lies
I thought he'd teach my heart to sing
Instead he's cut off both my wings

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