I’ll fly again in the morning

OldPine

A bird with a broken wing

I’ll fly again in the morning

The morning sun burns away the dew.

A wolf In sheep’s clothing hidden in the shadows.

Hiding behind a god without morals.  

I see a rose in the breeze,

You look for things you can steal,

I heard the children sing today,

You came and took this all away,

A bird with a broken wing,

I’ll fly again in the morning,

 

  • Author: OldPine (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 5th, 2019 14:37
  • Category: Unclassified
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