jueves, 15 de noviembre de 2012

Broken Wings





A tall tree
Turn and face the west
O we're running with the wind
A high clifftop
We're waiting with the rest
For this journey to begin

But these broken wings won't fly

These broken wings won't fly at all

And O how we laugh

But maybe we should crawl
And ask to be excused
We shout loudly
Have answers to it all
O but we have been refused

But these broken wings won't fly

These broken wings won't fly at all
 
 Girl child
You're dancing with the stream
Growing with the silver trees
Your young questions
You ask me what it means
O but I am not at ease

But these broken wings won't fly

These broken wings won't fly at all


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