When angels need new wings,
Smiles seem to lose their way,
Every day rises up and stings,
Demons are hard kept at bay.
Smiles seem to lose their way,
Every day rises up and stings,
Demons are hard kept at bay.
Listening to doves take flight,
And bees waking to the dawn,
Longing for that rusty knight,
Finds me muted and withdrawn.
Music should uplift and elate,
Nature’s gifts seem expended,
Laughter eludes and abates,
My heart feels undefended.
Not understanding the why,
Only knowing the when,
Meeting dawn with a sigh,
Not wanting to begin again.
Someday wings will shine,
Along with all the rest,
But for now I shall assign,
A smile with quiet protest.
