Broken Angels

I want to take a break from heartache
Drive away from all the tears I’ve cried
I’m a wasteland down inside
In the crawlspace under heaven
In the landscape of a wounded heart
I don’t know where to start
But the wild geese of Mary
Pierce the darkness with a song
And a light I’ve been running from
And running for so long
As their feathers spin their stories
I can still cling to my fears
Or I can run but they come along
And we both disappear just like all
All these broken angels
All these tattered wings
All these things come alive in me
An empty frame against the madness
Like the fence line holds the fog at bay
It’s gonna roll in anyway
Draw the curtain across heaven
Cut the sky, a cold coyote moon
Kills the season off too soon
Are they sparks or are they embers?
Fireflies or falling stars?
Are they fireworks that backfired?
Will they leave a scar?
Are they evening murmurations
That make me wish that I could fly?
Or are they just trespassing satellites
Intersecting my night sky just like all?
All these broken angels
All these tattered wings
All these things come alive in me
All these broken
All these broken angels
All these scary things
All these dreams are alive in me
Are they sparks or are they embers?
Fireflies or falling stars?
Are they fireworks that backfired?
Will they leave a scar?
Are they evening murmurations
That make me wish that I could fly?
Or are they just trespassing satellites
Intersecting my night sky just like all?
All these broken angels
All these tattered wings
All these things come alive in me
All these broken
All these broken angels
All these scary things
All these dreams are alive in me
All these broken
All these broken angels