Sorrow of a Swallow

A broken wing is all a bird needs,
bleeding feathers and flightless wings,
how does one swing?
The sting of the wing
doesn't let me sing.

Teary eyes and melancholic voice
broken wings and a stitched heart
blood I see and blood I weep
let it seep to the hole of my soul

Swallows come and surround me
but I wallow in my sorrow
low low swallow
in a gulp I swallow my sorrow!