I bring my broken birds to him
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He gazes lovingly at all he sees
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He takes them gently in his healing hands
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And breathes new hope into them and hearts-ease
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He gives them wings to reach the skies
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His Wise Woman watches, touches
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Speaks a spell or two
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Human eyes look out of all my wounded birds
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I bring my broken birds to him
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His Lady lovingly gives of her grace
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He takes their pain and fear and wounds away
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She gives them time and touch, a sheltered place
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And when they leave they know a change
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So strange and yet healing mending
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Making them so strong
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Song exchanged for tears in all my wounded birds
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I scream until I have no voice
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My drab and faded feathers fall
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I dream sometimes I have a choice
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But find each waking
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No doors in my wall
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Wingless I fly
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Silent I call
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I bring my broken birds to him
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He gazes sadly at my shattered soul
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He takes me gently in his warm embrace
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And waits for me to ask "Oh make me whole"
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And let me soar the painted skies
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His Wise Woman sees me frees me
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Knows the reasons why
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My heart lies here mute another wounded bird
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Words and music: Kathy Mar
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Copyright 2002 Kathy Mar
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Wounded Birds
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| Kathy Mar |
