He holds the heart he’s broken in me

And begs for my pity as he bleeds

from the jagged shards it leaves behind

He bleeds me out and drains my resolve

Go back, go back – always

What path is left to tread?

What sky would have me now?

Go back, go back – always

The heart fears more the unknown

Than the escape of the broken butterfly

Go back, go back – forever

Wing lays shattered

No more chances to fly

But if that window opens

Perhaps one last leap of faith

Broken wing and all