Tale of the Owl

Verse

Perched on a branch made of yesterday’s fears,

Feathers soaked heavy with unspoken tears.

The moon watches quietly, pale and unsure,

While I shiver in shadows I can’t yet endure.

Hope is a stranger who knocks but won’t stay,

Thoughts flutter frantic like prey in the fray.

Wide eyes like lanterns that never burn out,

Hunting for answers I’m scared to hear out.

Pre-chorus

And I ache, in the hush of cold winter air,

With wings that feel much too heavy to bear…

Chorus

I am the owl, wing-torn on the forest floor,

Feathers frayed, no, I don’t soar anymore.

The night pulls me close like a forgotten prayer,

My wings feel like burdens too heavy to bear.

Even the moon looks away from my quiet demise,

For now, I stay earthbound beneath silent skies.

Verse

The night, it feels bleak like the winter-torn trees,

And each heartbeat falters like wings in a freeze.

The stars, they shine bright, like they’re calling me back,

To the skies where I tumbled, my wings bruised and slack.

But dawn spills gold through the gaps in the trees,

A quiet promise that even sorrow sees.

And if I survive through this long, downcast night,

I’ll take to the sky, toward the fragile light.

Pre-chorus

And I ache, in the hush of cold winter air,

With wings that feel much too heavy to bear…

Chorus

I am the owl, wing-torn on the forest floor,

Feathers frayed, but healing once more.

The night holds my story in wings bruised and bare,

But someday I’ll rise like a prayer through the air.

For even in darkness, a heart can still rise,

And even broken wings can still dream of the skies.

Bridge

Moonlight on my scars like silver thread,

The wind sings softly, not all hope is dead.

I spread what’s left, trembling, afraid,

And the world opens softly, a light through the shade.

Outro

I was an owl, broken in the night,

But my wings remember the courage for flight.

The morning sky above, it feels like a friend,

And I rise through the dark where my wounds can mend.

Once fractured, now flying through soft silver skies,

Even broken wings can relearn to rise.