Tattered Wings
Siniphous
Flying Upon These Tattered Wings Its like never hearing The angels Sing
Something’s not there Something has Gone Its like waiting for sunrise Far after Dawn
As time goes on And Dawn is long past It feels as though life Can not really last
Though life is not Forever Of this we are sure For those old tattered wings Your friends, they are the simple cure.
YourLovingGuardianAngel · Tue Apr 01, 2008 @ 08:58am · 0 Comments |