Not The Kind With Wings

Not The Kind With Wings

 

Not the kind with wings

Not the kind they bow to

Not the kind that sing

Or listen to our sounds now

 

It's called a broken picture

The kind without the frame

The kind that's lost control

Or the kind you cannot tame

 

Listen to the cracks now

Not the kind that split

The solid ground we walk on

Or shattered every heart

 

Now listen to the call now

Not the grieving whisper

Not the kind we run to

Or the tongue tied lisper