i am down ... Broken!
my White wings will me, no more.
i am lost ... Broken!
my Young mind wishes for that which i cannot reach.
i am forgotten ... Broken!
The doves that once flew me, have turned to flies
The wind that once blew me, has turned to rain
i am soaked ... Broken!
The stones that i once laughed at, now chain me, it's captive
Did i fly too close to the sun?
Did i build my tower too high?
i am down ... awoken!
My white wings need me, no more.
i am found ... awoken!
My young mind wishes no more for that which I have found.
i am alive ... awoken!
The doves that once flew me, have turned to flies.
The wind that once blew me, has turned to rain.
i am soaked ... awoken!
i am a Broken Boy that has broken My wings!
© Naadir Vorajee