Broken Wings

Captivated by your sincere but sweet smile
 cause you knew all the while
 angels fly among us soaring with their wings
 the furtherance of swift monumental discovery amidst a rush
 a push toward sullen brevity amidst its calamity
 in certain circles we are warned to curse the very day we were born
 yet I lay here torn caught in the middle playing second fiddle
 life is a puzzles almost an innate riddle
 we seek solace in the heaven's above the sky
 soaring peaks drifting ever more across the sea
 there lies the mystery a cause to believe
 a bird with broken wings perched in the undertow
 exposed to the elements of disease with such a time like these

 turn the lights down low and take a seat
 learn to laugh and smile
 hide away from the ignorance of the day
 where people are lost strangers from far away
 you know it never had to be this way
 ever since the fall the devil had his way leaving people out for prey
 come closer and lend me an ear
 try to shed a single tear to help numb the inner pain
 not having you in my arms is driving me insane
 on these broken wings we can learn to sing
 sweat from our glands will remind us to bring
 solace as that in a new born child
 when your out getting a little bit wild

 speak in your native tongue dear to our hearts
 then you will light the inner spark to what it is that we have been waiting for
 a vast radiant night with couples plunging into the surface of the deep
 light radiating an impulse to share matters of the heart searching for love
 broken wings are being tested as if grafted in again to explain the furtherance of love's light
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Submitted by hitalot on October 25, 2017


Mario William Vitale

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