A song of mine …
Broken wing, broken wing
Sitting outside the window
A bird still can sing with a broken wing.
Open sky, open sky
Nothing’s invisible to your
When you have soared in the open sky.
You nearly starved, you nearly drowned
But it’s OK
Some people just walk the same ground
Every day …
You and I, you and I
With two good wings between us
We can fly
Free as a bird in the open sky.