Well this is how my brother saw me before itook control of my life it is called

BROKEN BIRD

A broken bird was all I heard,with broken wings you took my life my love of everything.

As i listened to what you had to say,
you tried to take my voice away.

I won't let you do that anymore, now you watch this little bird soar.

A broken word and a broken wings,are for me forgotten things.

I now have a spirit that you can't break.

No matter how much you take and take.

I canlook at you and wonder why, I ever gave you the power to make me cry.

All you have to do is watch me fly, it is time for to say to goodbye.

who isthe broken bird now withbroken wings.

Now i have my courage back you watch me sing.

For me there will be no more broken wings.

I'm not the quiet bird that sits on the floor .

I don't need to even the score.

I'm not like that anymore.

Broken bird i don't think so, I have learnt how to let go , mostly imprtantly I have learnt to grow.