Broken Birds - To Speak Of Wolves

Broken birds can’t fly

Broken bells can’t sing

Your spine yearns for healing

You can’t seem to believe

Your prayers wings are wilting

The toll it takes on you is relentless

The hands around your throat are your own

You just can’t seem to let go

I hated watching you grow cold

But if you learn to fly you have to let go

Caught in the storm

How did you get here?

Just keep in mind hope is always in eye

There is love in the depths

You feel the Devils breath

I still see you wrapped in the glow

You are the tide beckons me slow

You pull me down

And I wont fight it

I’ll be content

I wont fight it

I want to give my memory to the flame

I want to burn it all away

And now you lose your soul everyday

As it wastes away

You can’t face the day

You waste away

You can’t face the day

You lose your soul everyday