Broken Wings

By Laura December 16, 2015 Let me fix your broken wings They're nothing but these tattered things Let me sing without a tune; the only way I know Show you how to find your friends when you are feeling low I'll show you who you are; the only way I really can I'll paint a scene of us; laying by the beach collecting tans I'll tell you what I see; that way you seem to look at me We'll find another way to be the angels in our torrid stories I don't know how, but I'll find you there Through hazy days of despair and sunburned hair Maybe we flew too close to the sun to ever see a normal light When nightmares come to take our tears, somehow I know we'll be alright