Broken Wing

Hard times, soft words
A man will do a lot of things for comfort
What she wants is what she gets
A girl will do a lot of things for safety nets

Refrain:
She's in the scene
She's a drama queen
She speaks so softly
But the words are obscene
She's got the voice
Listen to her sing
She's a beautiful bird
With a broken wing
Long night, short skirt
If pouting doesn't get results, she plays the flirt
She's so coy, gullible boy
She lets him think it's his idea, and she's his toy

Wooden splints, liniment
Her man tries everything you know it's all well meant
Story time, crisis line
She knows she'll never keep him if she's feeling fine

Stand alone, on her own
She looks so independent with her cover blown
Like a cat tensed to spring,
He's off to search the forest for more broken wings

He's in the scene
Seeking drama queens
He speaks so softly
But the words are obscene
He hears the voice,
Teach that girl to sing
He'll never notice a bird
Without a broken wing

(repeat first refrain)

Recently, I've been revising and finishing a lot of songs that were started a year, maybe closer to two years ago at this point. Like most things for me, it's continued to lay on levels of meaning since I began working on it, and I'm not 100% sure that it's finished as of this writing (October, 2002), but I liked it well enough to perform it at the October filk, so that says something, I think.

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