I WAS BORN WITH WINGS

I Was Born With Wings

I was born with wings that were clipped from my young shoulders

After running wild and free on this grim earth

After two or three years of flying and living

Innocent and unconcerned with terrestrial things and human pain

The loss of my wings brought me anguish

And sorrow and heartache and terror

That would shadow me the rest of my life

And never let me know that taste of freedom again

Feet cannot be compared to wings

Feet can only run, they cannot soar

They cannot take you high above the clouds

Of despair and over and beyond the awful things

That wait in darkness to grasp your soul

Feet cannot outrun the thing that runs behind you

Or crawls below you or slinks in front of you

But wings! Wings can lift you up and away

To heights untouched by life's tragedies and hell's demons

Wingless now, I can only run and run and run

Run toward Heaven, where I've been told 

My wings are waiting for me.

©by Voo

Feb 12, 2005

2:30 p.m.