Bent Wing

Bent Wing
Angela Malzow

I saw death in a rainbow, in a broken butterfly
Felt the pain that one should feel inside
All the while it fluttered, crooked and bent
I knew this butterfly, for me, had been sent
For I had been looking for a sign, to lead me where it's right
Because all alone and empty, I've begun to dread the night
Softly fluttering, his broken wing still tries to make him fly
Tried and failing over again, enough to make me cry
Remembering how many times I've been insulted
Like this butterfly, off the flower, catapulted
So tired of looking for beauty, it never looks for me
Tears so heavy, I can't even see
And I wonder, again, why I'm here alone
My voice reflecting a new tone
Other butterflies fly passed their fallen comrade
Oblivious to his pain, that he could even be sad
If butterflies lived ages and could speak
Would it be intelligent and even read
Could one love another with their whole heart?
And never be forced apart?
So silly to think, I know I'm insane, but I smile
If it were so, maybe life would be worth while
Is there even one who would fix my broken wing
Or hear the words I solemnly sing
Guess I'll never stop running, seems that's for me
Not good for anything, I know what I'll always be
Maybe, as I notice the butterfly give up,
He must have simply had enough
I felt sad for a moment, but then I heard a voice inside me say,
'Butterflies die, every single day.'