Wings of wax will melt and fall apart,
But what if they are a true reflection of what's in my heart?
Weak, easily discouraged, and without pride,
My escape to freedom denied
I can never spread my wings and fly.
I will never know the feeling of the sky,
For these broken wings keep me grounded
And trapped with the memories of how they once sounded.
They used to be so beautiful and proud,
But now they hang around me like a black shroud,
Reminding me of my once known glory
And how this is just another sad story.
These wings are torn and tattered, no longer able to carry me.
My heart, unable to dream of the possibility of being free
And my soul, now a deep black abyss
Waits silently for death's blissful kiss.
It's the way you say I love you and the way you hold my hand.
There's just so much about
My best friend is a book
that doesn't give me a weird look.
It is like a golden d
I could fill the oceans with the tears I've cried
Or cover the entire earth with blankets
Walking in the shadow of fear,
drowning endlessly by a single tear,
running along
All doggies go to heaven (or so I've been told).
They run and play along the streets of G
Life is what we make it.
It cares not what we do.
No matter how we
Before I became strong, I knew what it was like
To be weak,
How difficult it is t
I'm getting older, nature deems.
I'm coming apart at the seams.
The things that n
Of all the things I've ever said,
Of all the tears I've ever shed,
Of all the thi
I see you looking at your children,
Wondering what their lives will be.
If you ve
