Broken Wings Fly Again.....
seems letting it go, and digest
sweet honey flesh of tongue of every
lips that bites the bitter lies
poison every eye and make for a
better last, for the arms
and nails never grow, as the season
stop to know
wait tell it glow, the pavement always
wonder where to slow, the ending
wait the point for a little show
oh! mockery of every stage, wait me
no more, than a vigor of wings to
fly, the turmoil of wind comes
wings flew, broken it may seems, yet!
hold the feather push to a
distance place to go, hide and strike
as it fly in the sky
sore high, the limitless sky, own no one,
for only who dream to fly
can reach the highest wind, beyond
behind the sweating breath, hold on and
up, until you touch the sky.......