You Are My Wings.
no, I cannot Fly, but I can Float
and not fall.
I am held just above insanity
You – my wings of lead that hold me
above the domain that my old wings of stone
once held me hostage in.
with you as my wings,
I can not fly high
like I could with the wings given
to me by those little white pills,
but with you as my wings,
I Can Soar.
- above who I was,
beneath who I want to be but
advancing towards a more permanent place
In Your Arms Where I Belong.