Flying With Sewn Wings
As depression soars and the darkness veils
We look to hope in magnificent scales
Without the understanding of why we’re tied down
We lack the sensibility to forge our crown
We can never comprehend why life throws us curves
Forgetting the right path when our judgment swerves
I believe we can all look through the eyes of a damaged dove
Never experiencing flight in the skies above
When we try to fly with sewn wings
We tend to forget what our footsteps bring
Progress is capable no matter how bleak
We advance in ways through whatever we seek
A broken window and shattered pane
Can still possess a view of fortune and fame
We tend to forget the road we travel
Focusing on problems as they unravel
We may be limited to a flightless life
But we all possess the ability to dull our knife
The cut can be deep but the wound will heal
Leaving a scar and story to reveal
Cherishing what we have has somehow gone astray
But as the saying goes, every dog has it day
Remember where you came from and don’t force fate
Walk before you fly and you’ll never be late
