Girl's Letter To The Beatle
I am not that broken fledgling
you once knew to be weak and little
You helped heal my broken wing
with your lullaby, sweet Beatle!
My eyes are no more sunken
I have arisen, I am free at last
I don't wander around drunken
I have let go of my painful past
I'm not that wounded blackbird,
you once sang about, sweet bard
I am greatful for you every word.
"Stand tall when life gets hard"
I'm no longer taken by mortal dread
I am not bent,defeated and forlorn
The frail nestling you used to know is dead
through her ashes a Phoenix is born!
You don't know me but I know you!
You are the one who heeded my call-
-unknowingly; yet so much I owe you
And just wanted to say: "Thanks Paul!"