On a Broken Wing

Can’t fly far on a broken wing

can’t hit the right notes when they sing

can’t see the forest floor for the trees

my angels fell and bruised their knees.

 

Halos slipped around their eyes

as they stumbled on an idea less wise

to hitch a ride from the roadside

they thumbed a lift and stepped inside.

 

One red devil, in the driver’s seat

was totally baked on high-grade weed

said I’m going to hell for the company I keep

and just before he fell asleep

 

he winked at my angels with a grin

said so are you for the shape you’re in.

 

Can’t fly far on a broken wing

can’t hit the right notes when they sing

can’t see the forest floor for the trees

my angels fell and bruised their knees.

 

 

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