Wings



I spread my wings above my head
Prepared to fly away,
But my wings are getting clipped
Every single day.
So I stay on the ground and I can't
Fly away to my dreams,
And these spikes inside my eyes
Keep me from seeing.
All these shackles around my wrists
Keep me from ever punching
And these chains around my heart
Keep me from ever loving,
Yet I spread my wings
And prepare to fly away.

David Lempert