Broken Wings
Broken Wings
Through Melancholic disposition, we are refuges in arms of other sinners
Walking the earth, leaving footsteps of anxiety and fear
Receiving stampedes of tears
Grieve sustains the darkest and deepest thoughts
And paralyzes all the gold
Turning faces and fading smiles, stars and lost constellations
Nothing but a refuge of society’s imperfection
Anonymous voices who cause nothing but pain
Should I go now? I’ll leave quietly
All that’s left to escape is I
Because as the sunrise falls, the person whom I desire to ardently erase is no one else but myself
Anchored deception and nothing but isolation
Stitches soon to fall apart and ashes of life disasters
Little by little light fades away
Help me…I’m falling once again
But while I stand outside of the box I wait for hope to knock my door
And bring me back to life because I don’t want to drown
There is so much I desire to accomplish
And no one will ever cut my wings
Tonight and forever I will soar high
I’ll take these broken wings and learn to fly