These broken wings are wounded so deep
they no longer can lift myself to my feet.
Infected with rage, bitterness and grief.
Alone I've worn the soles from my feet.
My shattered heart is trodden to dust.
No trivial pieces leave the hope
it'll ever be mended back to its whole.
This deep black void is consuming my soul.
My face and pillow are drenched in tears.
Raging sobs that nobody hears.
With just another hopeless sigh
I'll blow away what once was my
Beating heart, strong, unsinned.
But now it's no more than dust in the wind.
I wish a wish could heal my heart.
Repair this life that's fallen apart.
A wish to end the constant hurt
or perhaps a wish for wings that work.