Broken Wings
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Dreaming of a softer moment That drowns my ragged tears I crumble under the presence of shame There is nothing deeper to drench To wrench to steal From a commodity stained with the sin of eternal forgiveness The ashes I lay upon burn my soul Slow and deep It is fitting I suppose You have locked me here In a simple game Exhale my fame The blood is yours But you walk free It's your last surviving hope You were like a life time of sun set's viewed from a field of wildflowers In which I anxiously awaited the stars But my eyes are merely windows And my heart will show no shame It would even lie to god Oh yes that course upstairs You are savage You are beast Those wings of fith That vowed to someday fly me away from the anger and pain