My friend and I were really inspired by the song Broken Wings by Altered Bridge. We even made a music video for it and are searching for a potent flash user. It's really beautiful. This is the music video, make into an Open Mic. A tribute. Simplistic in parts.
GENTLE wind catching feathers, ruffling wings riding the open skies,
freely gliding through the clouds, sunny 'til the gods begin to cry.
Below the birds, the concrete was painted with the red of children,
ghostly figures surrounding two, their cries lost in the solstice winds.
The crippling blow, elbow to the face, ending cartiladge and bones;
sounds of silence contrasting heavily to the birds, finally flying home.
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THE tiny blades of green parting before his battered and bruised form,
tears not repenting for his crimes, lost in the rain of the past storm.
The ghosts sat next to him, in the clearing devoid of the forest trees.
Whispering words, lost to his ears as he ignored them, buzzing like bees.
Solace came, ending the pain, until he could hear the ring of a gunshot;
the child rose, very sore, shocking God by the ferocity of which he fought.
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HE remembered the flames, scorching the woods, choking him with smoke;
eyes tearing up, laying in bed, taking refuge in the kindness of the folk.
But memories attacked, the shot bird laying down, blood pooling at his knees,
a cigarette flicked away, igniting the pine needles was all he could see.
But he could remember, sadness engulfing, the pile of the bird's broken bones.
No longer to soar above the lowly pines, no longer to fly away to its home.
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BUT through the carnage of the flames, the citizens were finally united,
separated for so long, but the population could simply no longer fight it.
Together they rebuilt their houses, and every one of them then were brave.
Thought the man, staring down at the inscription etched upon the grave.
"John Pain- 1972-1985" The person he had destroyed in the parking lot.
Trying to return the eternal happiness from the bird, all the joy he had got.
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THE sound of laughter and giggles was music to his ringing ears,
the sounds of the product of his happiness suddenly banishing his fears.
Rain splattered against the grave, lowering roses to his friend's last home.
The sun parted due to his daughter, to prove him and the corpse weren't alone.
His tears were now that of absolute pleasure at the sounds of his little girl.
His daughter one of the only things to banish the pain, in a pain-filled world.