Broken Wings

I always said you were an angel
With a shiny golden halo,
A white dressed virgin queen,
You tried to fly on broken wings.

The flowers that I sent to show I care,
Discarded on a dirty floor,
I placed them in a jar in disarray,
To remind me of your broken wing.

I always loved you from afar,
From the depths of my broken heart,
I watched you fall from grace again,
An angel with a broken wing.

The flowers that I sent were left to rot,
Wilting in the broken vase,
Feathered petals fell down one by one,
A flower with a broken wing.

The wind caressed your inner sense,
It took away your innocence,
As you chased those shattered dreams,
Trying to fly on broken wings.

The flowers that I sent withered and died,
Caught up in your endless night,
Your rainbows lost their colour scheme,
In the shadow of your broken wing.

Your bird has flown it's cage,
It's fleeing from your wasted rage,
Singing songs of sin,
It flies away on broken wings.

The flowers that I sent have turned to dust,
Trampled in the frozen mud,
The remnants of their scent blown on the wind,
Flying on a broken wing.

Wasted on the pills you took,
Innocence never understood,
You never realized a thing,
Until you fell from broken wings.

The flowers that I sent lie on your grave,
Only the stems remain,
Though I tried so hard to ease your pain,
I could not mend your broken wings.