Broken Wings
By Laura
December 16, 2015
Let me fix your broken wings
They're nothing but these tattered things
Let me sing without a tune; the only way I know
Show you how to find your friends when you are feeling low
I'll show you who you are; the only way I really can
I'll paint a scene of us; laying by the beach collecting tans
I'll tell you what I see; that way you seem to look at me
We'll find another way to be the angels in our torrid stories
I don't know how, but I'll find you there
Through hazy days of despair and sunburned hair
Maybe we flew too close to the sun to ever see a normal light
When nightmares come to take our tears, somehow I know we'll be alright
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