With broken wings 

That survived the rough weather

And her deamons

She dragged her frail self

Towards the thin branch

Hop she couldn't 

Yet she tried 

Everyone fell for her when she flew high,

And yet, they all abandoned when she could no more.

And then, came he

Who saw not the unflattering wings,

But her spirit

That still had some spunk

Fly she might never ever

Yet, he let her onto his finger

And took her home.

Creepers and vines she has

Now to climb on to,

That he grew all over 

For her to feel alive.

I take thee with what you have,

And also what you don't,

Said he to her

As she chirped again.