Tattered Wings
Siniphous
Flying Upon
These Tattered Wings
Its like never hearing
The angels Sing
Something’s not there
Something has Gone
Its like waiting for sunrise
Far after Dawn
As time goes on
And Dawn is long past
It feels as though life
Can not really last
Though life is not Forever
Of this we are sure
For those old tattered wings
Your friends, they are the simple cure.
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