• I tried to fly to the heavens but quickly plummeted to earth

    For on broken wings such things just would not work.

    My wings were spread as far as the sky could reach

    But nothing really matters now because on the ground I weep.

    The ripped and tattered feathers floating softly to the ground

    And my tears of sorrow flooding like a river bound.

    These angel’s garments that I wear mean nothing now to others

    For on broken wings my home will not be found and I’ll never be a flutter.

    The fallen never rise to meet the sky on broken wings

    For the sky is out of reach to us and darkness is all this earth brings.

    I’m an angel stuck on this wretched ground, the kind that will never show their
    worth

    For on broken wings I’ve tried to fly but I know I’m stuck on earth.