The Lark and the Broken Man
The lark is known as a bird of song,
But this was a bird who did not sing.
She had known only evil and wrong,
All her life she'd been clipped at the wings.
Forced from birth
To become a serf
And obey the house's master.
All her days to live a life
Where her shine lost all its luster.
Always dodging blows and beats,
Seeking a solace which could not be found.
Her only retreat?
Her castle on a cloud.
The broken man was lost in the cold.
Strong his arms, but weak his heart,
Pursued forever by policemen bold,
As he tried to live a life apart.
Against hate and crime he'd won his fight
And he strove towards a brighter light.
He'd sworn a vow to a dying angel
To keep her child safe.
And now he saw, at the well,
A most degraded waif.
He took her from that wicked place
And showed her to the light.
It brought a smile to her face
As she finally beheld Love's might.
And so the broken man was healed,
His heart had been repaired!
The fates of these two lives were sealed,
Their dark pasts were not to be shared.
Something changed in the man that day.
Something strange had begun.
He took it upon himself to light the way
For this child who loved him; the only one.
Now he could see
God's grace shining like the sun.
At last he felt as though he could breath,
For something suddenly had begun.
