gypsilady 
Broken Wing vocal
 
Lyrics
I sat beside you in the night, i wrapped your broken wing. i wheeled your song out into the night when you were much too weak to sing. i held your dreams safe in my mind, in the deep cradle of my own imagining. I brought you once a single rose; i laid it on your bed. the petals fell upon your clothes; tho' you could not life up your head. between a dream and the falling rain; this is what i thought you said: the spirit is a restless bird that listens while the children sing; and love is, a simple word, but oh! the promises it brings! so now before another wind comes to blow your dreams apart; take the time; the time to fly - my heart. The spirit is a restless bird that watches while the children sleep; and love is -such a simple word- but oh!the mysteries it keeps! so now before another wind comes to blow your dreams apart. take the time. the time to fly - my heart! i wrapped your broken wing
Credits
Lyrics Credits: gypsilady
Music Credits: gypsilady
Producer Credits: Johnny Neel & GypsiLady
Publisher Credits: Gypsilady & Brown Music Productions, Inc BMI
Performance Credits: Tennessee 5
Label Credits: Gypsil
Description
Short Song Description:
a song of nurturing and caretaking: metaphor: wrap a broken wing to heal and fly later.
Long Song Description:
in my profession, psychology, we call this conversation with ourselves, internal dialogue. we learn to "talk to ourselves", as it were; we call them affirmations; remind yourself. I was nurturing my own wound, my own brokenness, images of wheeling out my aging mother, and forbodings, sorrowful things to come, and past losses - and in a moment (hours) of unexpected deep peace and quiet contentment, i wrote this song to honor the process of not missing sweet moments even during times of travail. It became a way of life, and changed mine. Perhaps for a listener it can provide some perspective and direction in lonely hours where we are sick at heart.
Story Behind the Song:
during a difficult time in my life I took care of my artistic self to be creative again- on a better day. The song is about caregiving: it's only later that the listener understands that the caregiving was for oneself. i am here consoling and nurturing a lost bird with a broken wing; ah, but you see, it was, in quiet truth - my own heart.
Metadata
Song Length: 4:21
Primary Genre: Country-General
Secondary Genre: Folk-Alternative
Tempo: Medium Slow (91 - 110)
Lead Vocal: Vocal Samples
Subject Matter 1: Gratitude
Subject Matter 2: Healing
Mood 1: Peaceful
Language: English