One More Flight With These Broken Wings Will Be My Death
So I keep my feet tightly pressed
Against the dusty
Cracking ground
A dry, lifeless ground
These broken wings
They cannot fly
They know that if they try...
They will make her die
A dark-eyed angel
Too lonely to speak
To utter a word
Too broken to fix
To even try...
So broken without even knowing why
Oh This little angel
Held together by hope
She soon will plunder
To the dry, dusty earth
To meet her death
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