Thursday, August 28, 2008

Broken Wing

She's been walking all night long
No place to rest her head
She's a restless shadow
slipping past the dreamers
But then the morning comes
and she's still standing strong

Hear her sing
I can fly with a broken wing
Faith will carry me
I can fly with a broken wing
Right into love

1 comment:

Sarah Hina said...

Beautiful, and humbling.

If only all of us carried such strength with us.

I like these quiet reflections of yours, and the portraits you're painting.