Wings tonight you I seek,
for I've found the part of me that's weak.
Once again it's reared its ugly head,
leaving me wishing that I'd fled.
So far from here had I the chance,
instead I stayed for the very last dance.
That I was destined to spend alone,
with no one to take me home.
Will my wings ever return,
is this just one of so many lessons I'm to learn?
Where on earth can they be,
these arms of love that use to enfold me?
Were they lost or were they taken,
maybe they were wrongly forsaken?
I'm not sure but I need them tonight,
as with all that I am I yearn to gain flight.
Instead I'm left here a heap on the ground,
where my start-stop-start sobbing is the only sound.
That I hear as no longer can I be bold,
with open arms I long to hold.
Onto an angel that in this light I fail to see,
but still I sense she's not far from me.
As desperate as I am I make no demands,
but take comfort in reaching out for these INVISIBLE HANDS?!?!
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