~the art of flying with broken wings~
 
choices made and words unspoken
falling from a broken sky
i never dreamed you'd be the one
who in the end would kill a part of me
you who made me so alive.
with gentle hands you helped me to unfold my fragile wings
you promised we could touch the sky, soaring on our dreams
I looked into your eyes
and knew you spoke the truth.
 
I stood a princess on the rock
my kingdom field stretched out below
you laugh rang out, your voice clear