Testo Broken Wings

Through the golden sunsetAcross the borderlineStands a crossA simple signThere the fires of eveningReveal so many thingsBut who can mend broken wings?Southern belles, fancy ringsDivorced from many thingsAs the story goesWish I could flyTake the ever windingWhere the morning rainTakes a cloud from the skyThere I long to love youLove is everythingWho can mend broken wings?Through the night, love is blindThe light of day not kindThe sense of loss you findNo sense at allAnd should you gaze and wonderWhere the eagle fliesFallen angels might singWho can mend broken wings?