I've broken my wings, put pieces aside
I'm all the same but now I cannot fly
I'm misunderstood and sometimes I cry
Where is my wings that held me so high?
I watched the clouds surfing above
But once my back felt it's not strong enough
Who should I blame for that day I fell
Damn pieces of feather I left on the shelf
But sometimes at night, looking out outside
I see lots of people left turned on the light
I know, they're like me, I know, what they do
They're pasting together those pieces of truth
Wings
© Copyright: Кайнда Мистери, 2009
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