sparrows can't sing

sometimes..
you can't help people..
no matter what you do.
like the sparrow..with it's leg trapped
in guttering, high on the roof..
I saw it fluttering..
and I ran for my dads ladder
but it was too late..
it flapped till it died of shock..
I couldn't save that sparrow
I can't save everyone
not even me
sometimes 
it feels like
a persecution complex
lasting till the eleventh
hour 
I don't really care
sometimes I flap
as it's manditory
I'd rather hit the deck
than hang by a leg
till I'm dead