February 21, 2009

~*Broken Wings!*~

Broken wings, held togeth’r with shoe strings,
Who am I kidding? Man! This ain’t the only thing
Drunken moon riding the storm
Waving good bye as stars shine…

Tied up too tight, not able to fly
Well…mending my wings wont do anything!
Gone way beyond, only left are thorns…
Picking them one by one ...will it heal the wound?

Breakin walls… breakin heart…
I wanna fly where there’s no warrrr!!!!
Bandages won’t come off so easily…
Now that the thorns are strong…

Churning out misery as days go by,
Scrollin back to where it all started
Answers to a million questions
Are…Blank blank and more sigh!
Feathers grow, but now iron instead,
Fallin was never this quick… my friend!
Drunken moon riding the storm
Waving good bye as stars smile….

Breakin walls… breakin heart…
I wanna fly where there’s no warrrr!!!!
Bandages won’t come off so easily…
Now that the thorns are strong…

No war…no war…my friend
Easy with the broken wings…
Thorns need to be picked one by one
Answer’s not the gun!!!

2 comments:

chaturmunda said...

nice rendition ....anti-war cry?

~*UV*~ said...

Thanks Chatur :) A lil' bit of the inner war!