Flies with a broken wing, she's ever so graceful, so like an angel,
but I see, tears flow quietly.
The struggle she's seen this spring, when nothing comes dancing,
paying a handsome fee, and still she smiles at me.
And I can't take it, no I can't help but wonder...
Sweet as an angel sings, she gives though she has none left but the last one, free, unhesitatingly.
And I am humbled, I'm a broken mirror, and I can't help but wonder... <3