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I can’t fly anymore,
I was never meant to,
I can never soar,
With my broken wings,
The words I sigh,
Are lost in the wind,
I cannot reach the sky,
With my broken angel wings,
The thoughts are turning,
Deep inside my soul,
Tears in my eyes are burning,
Because of my broken wings,
Was this meant to happen now?
I have cast my ideals aside,
I don’t why I am or how,
Alone with broken angel wings,
To heaven I cannot fly,
I am held down by despair,
Why do I even try?
I have but broken wings,
I walk my steps alone,
I have nothing,
Nothing to call my own,
Except my broken angel wings,
I have a hole inside of me,
It consumes my mind,
I cannot fight myself free,
Hampered by broken wings,
There is no one who will care,
Or protect me,
From others when they stare,
At the angel with broken wings,
I live without a spark,
Walking in solitude,
Treading lightly in the dark,
Dragging my broken wings,
I can’t fly,
I can’t see,
I can’t die,
I have but broken wings.