The wings that were never flown,
Were flightless and on their own.
As intertwining winds cast many sins,
You followed those skies alone.
A dove that magpies borrowed,
Carved white in nests of sorrow,
To possess such gold,
The dove lay cold,
Now it's known,
There will be,
No tomorrow.
Jan 16, 2015
Jan 16, 2015 at 6:36 PM UTC
The wings that were never flown,
Were flightless and on their own.
As intertwining winds cast many sins,
You followed those skies alone.
A dove that magpies borrowed,
Carved white in nests of sorrow,
To possess such gold,
The dove lay cold,
Now it's known,
There will be,
No tomorrow.
