I heard the claim, but I couldn’t find a word.
Early morning, no bird.
I could barely walk, let alone fly.
They could tell me how, but couldn’t say why.
Dismantled by the minute.
Pain ran deep, I couldn’t pin it.
They took my agony, and tried to spin it.
I dared to be free, I had a goal.
I ached to be great, but I lost my soul.
A deceased spirit. A heart of coal.