Broken Wings

The sky is gray this winter morn

Clouds are thick and low

I'd like to say my heart is bright

But can't quite say it's so

Sometimes I so long to be

Where tree lines touch the sky

Put the words upon a page 

As my pen describes

The way I need to feel the wind

Blowing through my hair

Oh to see the tender pines

Swaying without care

All around a symphony

Of birds and bubbling streams

I can almost hear it now

Feel its pulse, it seems

Forest rhythms rocking boughs

Lively critters play

Underneath a canopy

I go there on this day

When life is crowding out the dreams

That are a part of me

And my heart must find a way

To spread my broken wings


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"Every song that I write comes from my own personal experience.  i believe the role of an artist is to interpret reality through a system of beliefs and a long-term seeking of truth, in your own life and in the world at large."  Dan Folgelberg

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