That Lonely Sparrow

That Lonely Sparrow

The sparrow sitting in its home,
she has a broken wing.
Her heart is crushed, her soul is battered,
she can't even begin to sing.
Her feathers ruffled, and falling out,
her beauty has worn down.
Her eyes look dim and filled with pain,
yet she doesn't show a frown.
That sparrow smiling, doesn't dare sing,
because her tears will run and run.
And she will never say a word,
because of what shes become.
That sparrow still is beautiful,
but they dispised her and made her flee.
And now she has no place to live,
but in a broken tree.
I see that sparrow sitting there,
in that broken tree.
And I cry, but I make no noises,
because that sparrows me.