Up in the grey skies
Where the birds fly
Their song soaring to the heavens
Where angels sing sad laments
For they cry themselves
Their hearts breaking out
For the little girl below
Given no love by those she knows
She sits in her room
Crying in the gloom
Hungry and dirty and afraid
Huddles tight in a bed unmade
The screams and shouts
Come as quick as the belt
This she fears above all else
Her life not like other little girls
(Chorus)
For she has damaged wings
Cannot fly, cannot sing
She wishes for an angel to see
Maybe then this torment she can be free
Posted in: Poetry
Caliburnus Rises 
Posted on Aug 23, 2012
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