Tom Pacheco SWAN WITH A BROKEN WING It was shortly after midnite You were walking on the ledge Just another breath of starlight Would have pushed you off the edge When I quietly approached you God, your face was made of stone There was never any question You should not be left alone And I asked you out of nowhere "Is it really all that bad?" You stared at me out of somewhere In the nitemare that you had I never quite know about Saturday nites You never know what they bring I found you one Saturday nite A swan with a broken wing A swan with a broken wing And I felt your fingers freezing As I helped you to the ground And we talked until the sun streamed And the world filled up with sounds I will always be your armour In every shining nite You will always be my charmer My eternal pulse of light There are never easy answers How two strangers come to meet Fate, the random phantom dancer Kicking dust upon the street