somewhere in between the planes,
between what’s gone and what remains,
briefly in the latter category,
I found a feather by the trail,
fallen from a falcon’s tail,
I took it home so I could dream of glory,

with ONE ANGEL WING you could fly in circles,
with one angel wing you could shield your eyes
from the light of heaven’s brightest splendor,
I think we’ll be alright, if we can find one angel wing..

I have wasted too much time
wishin’ for what’s left behind,
tryin’ to revive what isn’t breathin’,
but every seed that rides the wind,
drifts along without a plan, then
settles down to grow, without a reason,   CHORUS

strangers come and lovers fade,
they play the parts they came to, then they’re
filed away, like letters in a shoe box,
letters lost when basements flood,
buried in the rising mud,
shoveled out and hauled away in dump trucks,   CHORUS

I think we’ll be alright, if we can find one angel wing…

D (C, capo 2)

Prompt ONE ANGEL WING supplied by Vance Gilbert.