Wounded Wings
Wounded are the wings of undetermined flight
Questions are common and never out of sight
Struggling to shift to the changes of the wind
My battered heart and mind too often contend
Clutching onto dreams of the unforgotten past
God intends on watching, but he won’t make it last
Sifting through the earth trying to find your own
Take with you all you can, soon you’ll be alone
Unintended sentiments are dwelled upon for days
Masking deeper meanings that we wish to portray
Offended parties tend to the unintentional reaction
Anxious are those who seek unforeseen action
