there was a cabin
on the edge of town
close enough to the wild
where we liked to roam
where the ones with melted wings
went to heal
after they fell
bruised and alone
sometimes cracked open
like humpty dumpty

we went in the dream world
and in the woods, we were adopted
into the fairy tribe
in the starlight amongst pines and ferns
they were friends we knew
from the streets
they knew our plight
they were our comrades
we could always go to them again

and we could always return
to this warm, healing cabin
where we all gathered
one night in a storm
where we told our tales
until morning
soothed by the rain on the roof
and a crackling fire

and we wished safe landing
for everyone