"dirty Wings"
I fell away into night
He tore at my limbs and my life
He left me laying in a corner
Dying with my shame and horror
My wings were bent and oh so dirty
They only came when they grew hungry
As you leave me here to die,
you promised me its the last time
I begged and cried and tried to follow
I lost you as you turned a corner
He flicks the bag all full of wonder
I turned to him all ripe with thunder
My wings were heavier then ever
I ripped them off and threw them down
As they fell they made no sound
My choice was made this was clear
I prayed the end would soon be near
Now only God could tread hear
He pulled me out of terror
He picked the wings up off the ground
My Lord put them back on without a sound...
Copyright © Michelle Ault | Year Posted 2010
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