Blown to the ground Like a wounded bird I'm blinking at the moon And tears well in my eyes. Peering through the darkness Filled with molten stars I'm trying to get in peace With my troubled mind. Blown to the ground Like a wounded bird A tangle of broken feathers A mess of bones & twisted guts. Does the waning light Know about me When every night Turns into another day. Blown to the ground Like a wounded bird I face the unknown In the shifting of the season. Fear has a scent Like love does May all my troubles Soon be over.
