How can I fly with a broken wing
I can’t do much of anything
I’m forced to perch upon the ground
And look for crumbs that’s scattered round
I once relied only on my wit
Now it’s on others who watch me sit
This is no life for a spirit free
Don’t like to accept their charity
My will is strong, I want to soar
Not sit and wait upon the floor
And others tire of caring for me
Don’t understand why they can’t see
Instead of take, I’d have much to give
Returned to the sky where I should live
I’d repay my debt when they hear me sing
If someone would fix my broken wing
*Lacey*
Dwelling of a free spirited homebody 
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