He is the flightless bird,
a beautiful thing,
with a broken wing.
He skimpers out,
into the road,
just as a car flys past him,
he flaps his wings,
but he won't move fast enough.
You look to the beautiful girl,
sitting by you.
You pretend to care,
about this little bird,
this little helpless creature,
that has never been loved.
And you respond to her silence,
with silence.
But then the bird is forgotten,
and your meaningless conversation,
about whatever the hell you were talking about,
before you forgot about the little ones
before you paid attention to the birds,
continues.
The little bird, laying in the road.
A broken wing,
and a broken leg
Lonely and afraid,
forgotten,
abandoned.
Lays hoping someone will come along,
and show it a bit of kindness.
As you sit in a movie,
The little bird is crying.
As you drive,
you stare at this beautiful girls chest,
instead of her eyes.
Your Attention is to the body of the girl you want to fuck,
The little bird is screaming.
You just want to take her home.
The little bird just wants a home.
As you come driving past,
And smash, the little thing, that was never loved.
