broken things

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there is beauty in broken things yet somehow whole
like a silent scream for help from a lost soul
like a breaking heart trying to mend on its own
like the sprout of a seedling that was never sown
like the cry of a lion with no one to hear it roar
like the life of a caged bird that longs to soar
like a passionate singer whose voice is too shrill
like a clumsy person trying to dance with thrill
like scar on her face that has never shown fear
like a smile on his face trying to hide his tear
like the lonely moon on a starless night
like a generic painter who's lost his sight
like the an angel with broken white wings
there is always beauty in broken things