a fairytale of broken wings
where wishes soar and plummet, deep
where maybe rains down from the sky
and destiny’s not ours to keep.
those faded pictures hold our hearts
remind us of what could have been;
smiles, meant for us, will pass us by ~
will never thrive beneath our skin.
our lives go on, but we don’t live
and we hold on, too weak to try;
another dawn appears, still grey
trapped in the past, our hearts shall die.