Cirrus

You are (panacea)

Cirrus


Oh these tattered 
imaginary wings 
Want to make them real 
real 

Oh these many 
useless coverings 
Want to make throw away 
away 

You are the shelter in the winter rain 
You are the child underneath the pain 
You are 

Feeling heavy 
you won't let it down 
It's not their not 
their 
Sparrow falling 
until she's on the ground 
Your not alone 
alone 

You are the caged one who is finally free 
You are the oasis in the desert heat 

You are the shelter in the winter rain 
You are the child underneath the pain 
You hold the answer though you can't explain 
What you are to me