MIRRORS OF LIFE
WINGS OF JOY
BOUND BY THE CRUEL HANDS OF CIRCUMSTANCE
NOT KNOWING HOW TO CHANGE,
NOR TO LET GO AND FLY ABOVE
THE UGLY, CRUEL AND STRANGE.
IN PAINFUL STEPS I WALKED ON
FROM A MAN BACK TO A BOY,
FOR IN THE HOUR THAT I GAVE UP
I FOUND WINGS OF JOY.
JOY BEYOND DESCRIPTION
FROM SOMEWHERE DEEP WITHIN,
BEYOND THE BLACK OF MIDNIGHT
AND ANY TAINT OF SIN.
SO I TOOK MY WINGS AND I DID FLY
HIGH, HIGH ABOVE THE MADDENING CROWD,
WHERE ALL BECAME SERENE, QUIET, AND STILL
WHERE BEFORE WAS HARSH, UGLY, AND LOUD.
BUT I AWOKE AND IT WAS ALL GONE
I HAD TO DIE AGAIN AND FIND THE BOY,
WHERE DEEP INSIDE HE DID HIDE
HE RIDES ON WINGS OF JOY!
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