Broken Birds-To Speak Of Wolves

Broken Birds - To Speak Of Wolves Broken birds can’t fly Broken bells can’t sing Your spine yearns for healing You can’t seem to believe Your prayers wings are wilting The toll it takes on you is relentless The hands around your throat are your own You just can’t seem to let go I hated watching you grow cold But if you learn to fly you have to let go Caught in the storm How did you get here? Just keep in mind hope is always in eye There is love in the depths You feel the Devils breath I still see you wrapped in the glow You are the tide beckons me slow You pull me down And I wont fight it I’ll be content I wont fight it I want to give my memory to the flame I want to burn it all away And now you lose your soul everyday As it wastes away You can’t face the day You waste away You can’t face the day You lose your soul everyday Broken birds fly Broken bells sing