We All Have Wings

I once had wings that rivaled those
Who had beauty, style and grace.
My wings took me high above the world
To a wondrous, magical place.

My wings caught wind by the smile
That lingered on your lips.
Fluttering high by the simplicity
Of all the small things that I miss.

In absence I sat in shadows
On a cloud that predicted rain.
My heart reaching out to hold you
To take away my pain.

But one day, the wind died
And never returned to me.
My heart continued reaching out
But the draft was no longer meant for me.

Someone else’s wings were soaring
And now I found myself falling to the ground.
For a long time, my heart kept calling
Still wanting you around.

Now my wings are broken in places
That I never thought to see.
No gentle hand reaches out—
No one keeps me company.

I have a view upon the ground
To look up at wings that spread
Fluttering high across the velvet blue sky
Until I have to look and turn my head.

A tear rolls down now soiled cheeks
With no one offering some empathy
With perhaps a tissue in hand
To help me remember what it’s like to be free.


I must now stand alone and find
My own way across this land
Without the beauty of my wings
And the strength of a caring man.

Occasionally I may see you
And the heart that you set free
And I’ll turn away from you
Just so you don’t see.

Perhaps one day I’ll find
Someone who will land beside me
Takes my hand and mends the pain
And realizes my true personality.

Until that moment presents itself
I walk across this land;
I see the sadness and the suffering
And I still cannot understand.

We all have wings—some broken
Some weak and some too strong.
But deep down we’ve all forgotten
The meaning behind each and every love song.

Our wings they tell a story
Some that can fill us with such pain
But perhaps we need to journey out
And venture through the rain.

I once had wings that rivaled those
With beauty, style, and grace.
But now my wings are broken
I’m one with the human race.