Plaga Vestri Pluma

I’d walk the streets with you
If we’d met
I wouldn’t let you fall apart
Be the voice that’s in your head
The chain link fence
Protecting your heart

When you’re tired of feeling down
Spread my wings
Take you on my back
High above it all
Stroke your forehead
Through it all

When we’re back down again
I’d do anything to make it good
Understand when you’re misunderstood
And when you’re tired
Of feeling black
Spread the shirt that’s on your back
Kiss your thigh and take you high
Make you feel more than you thought
Make you richer than the court

As you battle with your dreams
I’ll stroke your feathers as you scream
And when I’m tired
Take me back
You’ll reach up high
To pull me near
Lace me down
To ease your fears

© 2011, Mosquitobyte