I'm a bird myself,
come and read my poems
the hurt is hidden well
but it'll still bleed through

Oh, I've sung myself to sleep,
I'm broken too
that's why I'll desperately
try and rescue you

Oh my wings are broken, with blood and soot
but I'm sure yours are too
Oh, I can't sing these songs alone
so I've saved this hug for you

Oh my wings are torn and hurting,
but I'm sure yours are too
Oh, I can't make it this way
so I've saved this hug for you

So, anyone who's broken,
this world, I'll kick it's ass
how dare it rain so hard
on my little blade of grass!

Kelly Zion

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/people-rescue-2-little-blade-of-grass/