Blessing In Disguise

Living in a screenplay
She’d never read the end
And no one else is to see
The pain of abrasions
Covered with a smile
No one’s to look underneath
In a lonesome night she ran
Away in quest for light and then
She found fire
Flying on broken wings
Uprising from the ruins
Living on broken dreams
What a night to come alive
Living on broken wings
What a blessing in disguise
A blessing in disguise
You’re a star in a comedy
Never proofread by yourself
So that wicked sense of humor’s divine
And the cries of a bleeding child
May become a vow
Nevermore you’ll fall into line
Every long cold night you dream
Oh rain on you, pain on you, scream
Your desire
Flying on broken wings
Uprising from the ruins
Living on broken dreams
What a night to come alive
Living on broken wings
What a blessing in disguise
A blessing in disguise
Flying on broken wings
Uprising from the ruins
Living on broken dreams
What a night to come alive
Living on broken wings
What a blessing in disguise
A blessing in disguise