How is this supposed to feel
With wings of steel
And a heart of lead
With wings of steel
And a heart of lead
Where is this path to end
With twists of turns
And bends of nails
How is this going to heal
With feet of knives
And a soul that’s dead
Where is this meant to be
With locations in mists
And destinations at sea
How is this able to see
With eyes still shut
And balls rolled away
Where is this supposed to feel
With wings of paper
And a heart that’s unfed?
JS
28/12/12
