Broken Wings

Many nights, I lay here and I suffer
Many nights, I just sulk in wonder
feeding on your songs
fot knowing what went wrong

words are just superlatives
you gave your word
and we pledged to live

I believe you
I believed you

and I believed in us and everything
every time I was going down,
I knew I was losing myself
to be found
by you

Now I was not blind
but you became my eyes
I was still strong but
came and took away my lies

And I hold myself in that moment
and shed tears sometimes
words are all I have
with these moments
that now just don’t seem to rhyme

To turn back clock, I do
and I know it gets me there
wanting those shoulders
why did we get older
or move ahead to where
our decide got broken
to where our strides grew colder

At work and in the crowd back home
sometimes I just find myself alone

Not knowing who I can call my own,
not knowing anything anymore
somewhere between
not wanting to know
and not wanting anything anymore


My unsurety about life
and all the things to do with you
I call pure
I stare down the road that leads me back
to me…

Many nights I lay here in wonder
entangling further in this
spell I’m under
people around me tell me to move on
I’m not sure of progress though
If such is it’s concluding form

I pray still that no bitterness
rests in me but
I can love more certainly
whenever it comes pure

Ah I don’t think of love
I don’t think of love anymore…