~~Pretty Wings~~
Oh yeah,
the perfect
anti-angel--
ain't it great
and just say
'aw hell',
don't you think it's nice
to lie
sometimes?
Heck yeah,
but things are different
aren't they,
I never thought
I'd hear myself say,
that I want
that I'll try
to be an
angel again.
Hey,
it's hard to be
what you've never been,
but it's harder to
go back to
way back then--
And I
Oh I
Gee I,
I wish that I
could fly,
I miss my pretty
wings.
If you'd only say
the word,
then I might find
those gaudy
things.
How I wish you
could believe,
why can't you
just trust in me?
And I
Oh I
Gee I,
I wish that you
would fly,
on those pretty
broken wings.
Hey yeah,
I know you
hate me--
please don't
say it,
don't berate me;
I admit I'm a bit
of a pain
sometimes.
Yeah yeah,
I know the
whole thing,
but hey,
can't we change routine?
I never thought
I'd feel,
I'd need
my heart
again.
You know
I can't become
what I've never been,
and I don't know
if I want what I
was back then--
But I
Oh I
Gee I,
I wish that I
could fly,
I miss my pretty
wings.
If you'd only say
the word,
then I might find
those gaudy
things.
How I wish you
could believe,
why can't you
just trust in me?
But I
Oh I
Gee I,
I wish that you
would fly,
on those pretty
broken wings.
Well yeah,
I know I used
to hurt you--
now it stings me
sad but
too true;
I want to heal
the wounds I helped
to make.
So yeah,
I guess I'm
changing,
old ways we're
re-arranging--
you helped
you gave
me a second
try.
Oh how
I want to be
what I've never been,
but I guess we'll have
to do with what I was
back then--
Well I
Oh I
Gee I,
I wish that I
could fly,
I miss my pretty
wings.
If you'd only say
the word,
then I might find
those gaudy
things.
How I wish you
could believe,
why can't you
just trust in me?
Well I
Oh I
Gee I,
I wish that you
would fly,
on those pretty
broken wings.
I'm starting to regret
what I just
didn't get,
and I wish I hadn't torn
my wings--
Now I
Oh I
Gee I,
I wish I could
still fly,
I'd loan you my pretty
wings.
If you'll only say
the word,
then I might seek
those gaudy
things.
How I wish you
could believe,
why can't you
just trust in me?
Now I
Oh I
Gee I,
I wish that you
would fly,
on those pretty
broken
borrowed wings.
And I
Oh I
Gee I
I wish you'd trust
in me,
when I say
you still have
wings--
lovely shining
pretty
wings.
~~~(c)4/10/01The Mad Poet (A.K. LaBelle)
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