Wishes With Broken Wings

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Wishes With Broken WingsI walked out of that pawnshopput the ticket in my pantsmelted with crowds of peoplein cages of circumstanceI passed a sidewalk painteron the way to work downtownand I felt someone whose futurenever got off the groundand wishes with broken wingsare some of life's saddest thingsthey belong to those whose plansrarely reach their dreamsthey try and try, but never find the skythey're wishes with broken wingsthat night outside my buildingin a doorway all alonewas a man wrapped in tattersblowing a saxophonehe leaned to the right a littlea crutch stood against the wallI could see without his musicthat old man would falland wishes with broken wingsare some of life's saddest thingsthey belong to those whose plansrarely reach their dreamsthey try and try, but never find the skythey're wishes with broken wingswell, shooting stars left traces in the nightlike the shining tails of heavenly kitesand I returned to that pawnshoptook back my old guitarcut down my overtime, now my days soar highcos it was my own heart that hadwishes with broken wingsthey're some of life's saddest thingsthey belong to those whose plansrarely reach their dreamsthey try and try, but never find the skythey're wishes with broken wings(c)2004 Robert George