Broken Wing
John Samaras
The monorails guide the insincere
Defined by chills that won’t let go
With a fear of the unknown
In the end you will reap what you sow
Broken wing
Crushed eternally
Paint over all your lies
You poor thing
In time it will heal
And turn into something real
Simple minds flood our world
Complications rise within our core
Relationships appear to sink
Settle down and reconvene
Broken wing
Crushed eternally
Paint over all your lies
You poor thing
In time it will heal
And turn into something real