Wings

Somtimes I get a little lonely I have tiny little wings planted on my back I flitter and flutter around the mountainside I graze over grassy knolls and feel the gentle breeze. Sometimes though... Sometimes, my wings they sprout Into giant feathered wings I soar into the heavens, above so high I twinkle into the stars, high five the moon Sometimes I'm quiet, whisper into the wind I tell my secrets so nobody knows All the stories upon my heart That nobody has seen I fly and I read the world like braille My fingertips know the stories Of millons and millons of hearts I know every detail and every vice. Most times though, I just lay on the floor With my angel wings holding me tight. I whisper my wild desires, hope and faith I fall asleep in my cocoon for the day. In the night I walk and whispers things said to me I hate you, you're ugly, you're stupid, no good. I will hurt you again because nobody gives a damn. But I fly again high above the earth. I don't dare land, I'll never step foot on land again. I breeze around the heaven like the angel that I am.