Bird's Broken Wing

I found you crying wet,
alone in your thoughts locked in a fortress.
Lost and tired needing some rest.

Thee bird with a broken wing,
I took thou held thee tight and let thou in.
No cage was built,
thy smile - so rare - with perfection was built,
but I's bird was still sad and unhealed.

Many were the treatments I tried,
so many - to suggestions was opened my mind.
'Till the day I'll cure thee,
from thy broken wing,
I'll wait by thy side...oh my dear lovely bird.