i was born with my wings firmly attached
right below my shoulders and across my back
they were so tiny they couldnt be seen
when i was a baby my wings sparkled and shone
brightly in the night when no one could see
but everyone remarked of the glow about me
quietly i smiled pleased with the effect
only a soft thank you was heard
as i grew older my wings lost there glow
they started the bend and crack in the bow
only i saw my wings when they no longer worked
holding all the hurt and tears you know
my wings grew with me excatly the same
and always a little bit sadder, a little but blue
so a broken child lived through
the years go by my wings now
not only broken but crushed
my tears fall to the ground silently unseen
my wings no longer special
so i wish them away
only now i no longer live with the hurt
blame is gone and the weight takin away
my wings are a bit straighter now
getting stronger with each passing day
my glow is slowly starting to return
as i watch the bad things fall away
slowly im sure but i never lost hope
one day ill soar high into the sky
with wings no longer broken and bruised
forever a bit tarnished around the edges
but strong once again so you see..
Broken wings can trimpuh
