by Dean Krippaehne
Broken wings, wounded heart,
silent tears, falling hard.
Precious child little one.
You can cry now bot don't cry long.
Broken wings will fly again.
Shattered dreams will rise and soar.
Silent voices shout and sing
in the hand of the mender
of broken wings.
Hungry soul, thirsty life
desert valley, deep in side.
There's a place of peace and rest.
Where forever you'll be blessed.
So spread your wings unto the wind.
Lay your worries down and fly again.
© 2000 dean krippaehne music