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.
The sunshine appears to be brighter.
My heart feels a bit lighter.
More beautiful
Whosever room this is should be ashamed!
His underwear is hanging on the lamp.
Hi
Some people view forgiveness,
As a virtue for the weak.
An act of Mercy undeserve
You sing,
I smile,
"I get a kick out of you,"
You sing still,
And
Time is slow, time is fast.
It never stops, but it always lasts.
It's time for be
I look into a broken mirror,
I seek to see why I am still living.
when I look aro
Don't live in anger, with fear and regrets.
Seek forgiveness and lay your pain to rest.
You are my sunshine.
You are my shining star.
Everything I'm not,
You are
To feel that sense of comfort
That you felt in times gone by.
To hug someone with
My love for you is unconditional and enduring.
To you, I promise to always be reassuring.
