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[1_2_suckerpunch]

Looking for space, I hold onto nothing
like it's going to keep me from losing my mind.
And the promises I make are half-empty wishes,
like a full pot of water that's been boiling awhile.

And I'm feeling lost, like a half-winged angel,
I could be in heaven but can't fly so high.
And I know this is common;
we all live in danger of realizing
we slept away most of our lives.

Fourth-story window looks down on to Main Street
where the people are rushing to stop at the light.
They are wrapped up in stories,
their eyes never meet,
caught up in the day and how it is designed.

And I open my heart to be more forgiving,
but I have some regrets that hurt from time to time.
It hasn't been easy--slow down, momentum--
I am in the habit of being unkind.

I am awake after two cups of coffee;
I put on the day like it's armor of steel.
In the morning I am a warrior fighting battles,
but the armor gets heavy and so does the shield.

And I'm feeling lost, like a half-winged angel,
I could be in heaven but can't fly so high.
And I know this is common;
we all live in danger of realizing
we slept away most of our lives.

And I'm feeling lost, like a half-winged angel;
this heavy armor keeps me out of the sky.
I'm trying to see it to let go of familiar,
but it's hard to trust that I will be alright.
Will I be alright?
Will I be alright?

-Ellis: "Half-Winged Angel"