I walked on broken feet
to see the angels fly
high above looking
down where they saw
tiny things of insignificance.
Stepping carefully
I saw them watching me
and then
I grew wings and flew away
soaring with the angels.
I walked on broken feet
to see the angels fly
high above looking
down where they saw
tiny things of insignificance.
Stepping carefully
I saw them watching me
and then
I grew wings and flew away
soaring with the angels.