Broken Wings

In Late July - the sun is glowing
Far away seems all despair
And in the vales the corn is growing
With golden heads so bright and fair.

The wind is tearing on my wings of steel
And sorrow fills my broken heart
I carry wounds that cannot heal
And you and I lie worlds apart.

I like to see it when the birds are flying
Their carelessness I have to bear
And in their moves all weight denying
Escaping from the eagle's stare.

The wind is tearing on my wings of steel
And sorrow fills my broken heart
I carry wounds that cannot heal
And you and I lie worlds apart.

And in the distance a stream is flowing
Dark waters run towards the sea
Against the storm small boats are rowing
The ocean is our retreat.

The wind is tearing on my wings of steel
And sorrow fills my broken heart
I carry wounds that cannot heal
And you and I lie worlds apart.

Weariness like lingering poison
Where joy it used to be
Clouds are gathering around my prison
As far as the eye can see.

The wind is tearing on my wings
And grief it fills my broken heart
I carry wounds of a thousand flames
And you and I lie worlds apart
The wind is tearing on my wings of steel
And sorrow fills my broken heart
I carry wounds that cannot heal
And you and I lie worlds apart.