And I would give you wings
If I felt that you couldn't overcome these things
When you fall down I’ll pick you up
Yes I know that you have hurt, you’ve hurt enough
But you must get up, you must go on
For me, for me you’ve got to be strong*


Where are you,
Bird's tools of survival
Angel's way of transportation
Plane's means of flight

Of course, when needed the most you fail to appear.
And you promised
You promised to give me them,
Why would you lie?

It seems a folly
To think that there ever is a chance of healing
But why would I want wings anyways?
To carry me away from the pain? Only momentarily would it help.

I don't want to heal,
Completely anyways,
Don't want to fly away on my wings,
Because to heal would be to forget everything good about you...

Would be to forget everything good about *us