Last night, as I sat there,
I started to cry.
My wings were all broken,
and I just couldn't fly.

All the others were flying,
around and around.
But for me, I couldn't,
I remained on the ground.

My wings were so bad,
all rusted and torn.
From anger and hate,
to arrogance and scorn.

They wouldn't even flap,
being so out of repair.
But the thing that hurt most
no one seemed to care.

I sat there alone,
watching all others fly.
Not even getting up,
or attempting to try.

But then in one moment,
God was gracious to me.
He sent me a friend,
as I prayed on my knees.

Her wings were pure white,
and her features aglow.
She was very strong,
which I soon came to know.

She picked me right up,
and flew to the highest mountain top.
I was really nervous
'cause there, she did stop.

She told me, "now fly,"
but "I can't" I said back.
"It's not your wings that are broken,
it's just confidence you lack."

I turned around and looked,
to check out my wings.
They looked so torn,
those pitiful things.

"I'll catch you" she said,
"If you start to fall,
Just yell out my name,
I'll hear your call."

So I took a running start,
attempting to soar.
Exhilaration went through me,
like never before.

"I'm flying!"  I exclaimed,
"higher than kings."
"I'm flying!"
"flying with broken wings."

~ Susan Pawlishen

Home