Broken Wing, Healed Heart

An angel with a broken wing… A broken wing… I saw something fall from the sky, Something beautiful, something I can't deny I rushed through the smoke, my heart beating fast, Moved the wreckage away—and there she was at last I saw her face, soft as morning light, Felt like I'd stepped into heaven that night And then I saw her wing—bent and torn, My angel, broken, battered, worn Just an angel with a broken wing, Let me heal that broken wing Help you heal, help you learn to fly, Don't let this hurt make you say goodbye I'm gonna hold you close, mend every tear, Take back the light, conquer the fear Guide you home where the stars still sing, And heal your broken wing My heart sank down to the earth below, I held her close, promised not to let go I brought her inside, safe from the storm, Wrapped her in warmth, kept her safe and warm I touched her cheek with a trembling hand, Told her she'd stand, told her she'd land She trembled with fear, lost in the pain, But I held her tight again and again Just an angel with a broken wing, Let me heal that broken wing Help you heal, help you learn to fly, Don't let this hurt make you say goodbye I'm gonna hold you close, mend every tear, Take back the light, conquer the fear Guide you home where the stars still sing, And heal your broken wing We spent those days in a quiet grace, I saw the stars reflected in her face She was kind, she was sweet—everything I dreamed, More real than any sky-born being But deep in her eyes, a truth I knew, One day she'd leave, return to the blue And I was okay with that—I had to be, She gave her whole broken heart to me Just an angel with a broken wing, Let me heal that broken wing Help you heal, help you learn to fly, Don't let this hurt make you say goodbye I'm gonna hold you close, mend every tear, Take back the light, conquer the fear Guide you home where the stars still sing, And heal your broken wing One last time, we held tight, She pressed a kiss to my cheek—soft as the night Then she spread her wings, whole again, strong, And flew toward the place where she belonged She looked back, a tear in her eye, I waved with a smile—I didn't cry There she goes… My angel without a broken wing Now my days grow black, I can hardly breathe, This old heart of mine has nothing left to give But I look up—and there she is, A smile on her face, pulling me from the abyss "It's my turn," she whispered, "to heal your broken wing" And I closed my eyes, took her hand, Felt her pull me to a promised land… My final home— With my angel