You found a broken thing, and fixed it
you took it home and nursed it
you built it little wings and
took it up on high, again
and again
until it flew.
You took a broken thing, and fixed it
and in the process fixed yourself
Together you were shining
and you both had wings again
and again
you found you could fly.
You took a broken thing, and fixed it
But fixed is not the same as new
And sometimes broken things
don't want to be fixed again
and again
They just want to fly
Away from you.