Hurt birds won’t fly, they’re too scared they’ll never make it to their destination. Their wings have been clipped by the winds of life and now they sit and watch it pass by.
Hurt birds won’t fly, their too scared they’ll fall right out of the sky. Onto the pavement that will shatter all they have left inside.
Hurt birds won’t fly, so they wait for the seasons to change and for the calmest, safest wind gust to gently push them. The winds are unpredictable so the safety is only for a moment.
Hurt birds won’t fly, never taking a leap of faith because they trust their pain more than what they can’t see in the distance.
Hurt birds won’t fly, their wings are only for show but never to be seen in all their glory. Spread wide in the sky gliding.