spread your wings and fly....
I cannot stay here. My wings.
They are folded against my back. Bound and restrained.
Dust is settling over them, week after week.
So very much twisted, crumpled, and stained.
I will forever walk upon this ground.
My chains dragging with each step; this is how I’ll remain.
- I cannot stay here…my wings…I cannot.
They are folded against my back. Bound and restrained.
Dust is settling over them, week after week.
So very much twisted, crumpled, and stained.
I will forever walk upon this ground.
My chains dragging with each step; this is how I’ll remain.
- I cannot stay here…my wings…I cannot.