Broken wings

Through the golden sunset

Across the borderline

Stands a cross

A simple sign

There the fires of evening

Reveal so many things

But who can mend broken wings?

Southern belles, fancy rings

Divorced from many things

As the story goes

Wish I could fly

Take the ever winding

Where the morning rain

Takes a cloud from the sky

There I long to love you

Love is everything

Who can mend broken wings?

Through the night, love is blind

The light of day not kind

The sense of loss you find

No sense at all

And should you gaze and wonder

Where the eagle flies

Fallen angels might sing

Who can mend broken wings?