Torn and Tattered Wings

Torn and Tattered Wings It’s not easy to have seen All the darkness inside you Places I have been Sorrow and degrading Thrusting their blades epithetize Hard into your heart I look in your eyes See the padded cells of your tears Their blackwash lays cringing Dogging your footsteps With their fears Nights unending betrayal Of innocence used The child in you defiled Your love just savaged into rags No it’s not easy to see Through the tattered grey flags Tormented a vicious storm Fingers of icicle claw born Would want to rip out the heart of you Hidden beneath saddening locks Shuttered rooms dug to pits so forlorn Buried your sweet beauty In a shell of nothing to be loved No one can see Where the un-healing tracks lead Where your whipped lashed back still bleeds From those who simply couldn’t care less An Innocent lost Violated by the perverse Life line cut Broken by silence Shoved into the corners Where playful eyes Just wanted to end in forgetful dreams No it’s not easy to have seen All the pillory deepen inside you Places I have been With all the Pain and the indifference Battering back the resplendence Born into your heart And for the rebuke of a guilty world You took on all the blaming For having been raped by life And all the mistrust All of the desperate need Left you standing alone Just needing to be loved The beacon of your light Standing alone on a hill top of strength In a steadfast bravery You shine it out For all the world to see The courage to rise up and fight Fight against the ignorance Is how your plight reaches out In such a gentle face of tenderness With compassions arms Your glory is a star Brighter than many by far Fought from the disenchanted heart With all the sacrifice in your soul And if I knew how How to tell you Of the respect you endear Engendered by your miracle Your will not to fall Fall into the abysm of hates purposeless I have known And I have been shown The fierce and burgeoning light Living behind Angel wings Lifting up your presence Exulting your loves triumph over the sufferings Instead you soar Even though your fracture remains Though encumbered by chains Still you rise up and fly As high as you can On those torn and tattered wings ( Inspired by “Chasing Cars” by Snow Patrol and written for a dear and beautiful friend )