"Tortured"
I found a little frightened bird thrown from her nest
And cradled it in my heart
It cheeped and smiled and flapped its wings
As I tried to keep it warm
There are tender little things that need our help
Who puts them into our path when we are walking
I held you in the cup of my hands so warm
I prayed for you to keep breathing
I adopted you as one of my own children
You lived here for about a year and a half
Your wings gained strength and you found a new path
You found it carrying sticks to our nest together
You stretched your wings one day and flew away
It is said that you were killed by cruel men
And that you died in a terrible way that few suffer.
I held you when they were tormenting your body
I held you in my limited and restrained arms
It was a helpless feeling watching you suffer
I felt like a terrible mother and wanted to hold you
In my physical arms but you were taken from me
Now life is lonely and sad and I have to be a baby bird
I am no longer qualified to take care of anyone
The sad thing is that I am so afraid and unhappy now
That death seems a better fit for me
I am so miserable now that you are gone
My life has no purpose and what is more
I am the baby bird that no one wants
Noone wants to help me and I want no help
I am running scared
Oh fishes in the sea when they swim in the deep
Oh saltwater tears trickling from your eyes
I lost the one I loved the most
And now I'm being tormented like he was
Still yet I have my memories
And at night my dreams are so sweet
I drift away to heavens unknown
And the voices they envy my sleeping peace
I awaken with a jolt and they are yelling at me
I have to listen to their voices
This is a cruelty I am not allowed to look away from
I truly wish I was dead now
But unfortunately am not cruel enough to kill myself
So frightened I sit and get preyed upon
Now I am the baby bird, now I am afraid
Now I am the one poked and prodded
Now there is no escape but death for me
And my tears are without hope
I no longer speak to my captors
I am too afraid of them to speak to them
Motivated by fear I feel my soul flinch
Like the heart under the wrath of the surgeon
It is enough to be disabled but what more to be restrained
I do not know what I've done to deserve this
I do not know what crimes I've committed
I wish someone would help me
The surgeon is prodding my trapped spirit
I am the baby bird and I want death now
In Jesus' Name,
Amen