The Writers' Circle

For The chance that you might see that I can be all that you need of me. 
For my heart is gone and all but dead without your, it is you I foresee. 
You are what keeps me alive and should you go, 
Then I have and am nothing but a broken sparrow. 

The life in me has almost gone as I look up to see no one. 
Cold and hardened is my soul, for without a heart there in on sun. 
Forced to darkness as my life is banished, 
My soul is tattered and all but finished. 

Without your love I have no arrow, 
As I am to fly as a broken sparrow.