Wings of Stone
She wants to fly,
Fly away from her life.
All she's done is lie,
And have the worst of strife.
When she says she wants to leave,
She really means she wants to breathe.
He wants to stay,
Confined in the conflicted relationship he loves.
All he's done is pray,
That they can turn peaceful like the doves.
When he says I love you,
He really wishes you say you love him too.
They yearn for something new,
To bring their lives some fun.
Tired of each other, depressed and blue,
All they want is to run.
Bored to the bone,
They can't do anything with their Wings of Stone.
Topic(s): love and pain
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