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!"