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Bent but not Broken

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We all leave a wake in the world
That radiates our soul in all directions
I suckled you to warmth, my bitter wounded bird
Cleaned the oil from your feathers
The hard marks of the weather

But in that silent, sulking mind, the color fades to grey
And the tiniest of slights is growing day to day
To languish like an orphan, a sad and malused creature
While my jolie novelette becomes the midnight horror feature 

And I am waiting to come back down, 
And plant my feet on the still warm ground
So tired of fighting for the things I’ve found
I’m bent but not broken

Oh the fictions we contrive, to make ourselves seem whole
To make the world make sense, and bandage up our souls
Oh the novels that we write, in a language all our own
So all the world will nod, and see how much we’ve grown

But the careful rationale, the pointed point of view 
Will redefine her world, when one returns to two 
And the world must be kept out, the fearful burning light
Of the truth that scars the day, and brings terror to the night 

I am waiting to come back down,
and plant my feet on the still warm ground 
So tired from fighting for the things I’ve found,
I’m bent but not broken

Trying to find the moral of a past with which I’m completely familiar
Still lost in your brilliance
Oh to have a way to know back then, the things that I now know
I’d have hardened up my heart, and made my leave to go

We all leave a wake in the world,
A line that we don’t see, that sums up our existence
She had a dark spot on her eye, 
A dark cloud on her heart, so long she thinks its normal 

And I am waiting to come back down
And plant my feet on the still warm ground
So tired of fighting for the things I’ve found,
I’m bent but not broken

I am waiting ot come back down,
And find my place on the still warm ground
Still tired from fighting for the things I’ve found, I
’m bent but not broken

And I am waiting to come back down
And find my place on the still warm ground,
So tired from fighting for the things I’ve found,
I’m bent but not broken

And I and waiting to come back down.