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I am a hummingbird with one hundred pounds wings And I sing, oh i sing! Much like a caged bird Within my own ribs my own bones! Oh, a bitter taste in the depths of my throat With a key Held to my thin wrists It fits, oh it fits! As I paint the walls red I hum that old Johnny Cash Song Stuck in my head Like a splinter Like litter Baby, I don’t feel a thing Nothing past the sting I am a hummingbird With one hundred pound wings My heart breaks, oh it breaks! With any slow in pace It begs for the fast lane Begs for something more Than this tune and this taste —See my scars? Beauty marks Like the stars! Upon the sky The World’s flesh Burned and seared And waiting to die! But aren’t we all just marked by dying things? We are all born Of dying things! From Adam to the stars The sky’s scars Or his beauty mark Born with death In the folds of our flesh Born with shame In the folds of our brains But with this key I open the door A red door, red door! As red as my knees As they kiss the floor And beg Oh my Lord, set me free just set me free! I am a hummingbird With one hundred pound wings My heart breaks for speed, I know But living in the fast lane Will only make you slow © Jenna Allie 4/21/2011
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Apr 21, 2011
Apr 21, 2011 at 10:09 AM UTC
100 Pound Wings
I am a hummingbird with one hundred pounds wings And I sing, oh i sing! Much like a caged bird Within my own ribs my own bones! Oh, a bitter taste in the depths of my throat With a key Held to my thin wrists It fits, oh it fits! As I paint the walls red I hum that old Johnny Cash Song Stuck in my head Like a splinter Like litter Baby, I don’t feel a thing Nothing past the sting I am a hummingbird With one hundred pound wings My heart breaks, oh it breaks! With any slow in pace It begs for the fast lane Begs for something more Than this tune and this taste —See my scars? Beauty marks Like the stars! Upon the sky The World’s flesh Burned and seared And waiting to die! But aren’t we all just marked by dying things? We are all born Of dying things! From Adam to the stars The sky’s scars Or his beauty mark Born with death In the folds of our flesh Born with shame In the folds of our brains But with this key I open the door A red door, red door! As red as my knees As they kiss the floor And beg Oh my Lord, set me free just set me free! I am a hummingbird With one hundred pound wings My heart breaks for speed, I know But living in the fast lane Will only make you slow © Jenna Allie 4/21/2011
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Apr 21, 2011
Apr 21, 2011 at 10:09 AM UTC
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