A wounded wing can fly but a broken

Was like a bird flying up so high looking down
Every thing used to look so small so clear

Used to fly

he knew how to breath how to flap his wings in the air how to swim with the wind and dive in the space

Used to have his ups and downs knowing that flying is dangerous but that is what life is all about

Wasn't afraid to fear
Sadness could never make him sad
And weakness could only make him get stronger every and each time

But

He got hurt , injured so badly
He bled so much
Tasted the pain and new how a broken wing can disable you to fly

This wing was always injured but he knew how to fly again and again he always knew that you can go on even with pain

His white feathers where always so beautiful that nobody ever noticed his wound
They always have seen him as the most pure bird there eyes have ever laid on

He is so beautiful , pure , angelic and happy that's the only way they saw him .

He always helped people whether they are his friends or not although he is so small but so powerful and helpful that he always knew that two loving wings can carry two birds even if one of those two wings was wounded .

But sometimes birds reach the extent to which they are not capable of flying , just too hurt to fly even to try flapping their wings in the air too tired to try to rise their heads and look forward

And right then they just lie down with their broken wings , wavering eyes , and lost hopes .

Sometimes a bird needs another bird to carry him on his wings when his are too tired to try