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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