One Winged Siren
Broken and cold Or is it broken and old? It's an emergency and no one's around No one's coming & I can't be found The air is freezing And my soul's pleading I want so badly to go numb But somehow the pain is fun It let's me know I'm alive But, how I don't want to be I'd rather die than suffer a broken wing Flight is impossible Or is it implausible? Either way no one answered the call No one heard my fall No one answered to the sirens My breathing's getting heavy and lighter God knows, I've never been much of a fighter So, here I am getting older yet nothing changes I'm drowning in my own weight Or is it my own burdens? From down here it all looks the same High up and impossible to reach But something's telling me I should practice what I teach Maybe I can save that for another day Maybe when things start to go my way Whatever that means... I already crashed and I'm...