On These Broken Wings

On these broken wings I fall,
Through the skies,
I can hear your call,
Are they real, or are they lies?

I cannot trust you anymore
My heart will not allow it.
You used to treat me like a chore,
And I faded, bit, by bit.

You say you miss me,
But I will remain a mystery
Not for all to see,
But as silent as a cemetery

On these broken wings I fly
Never re-living the past
For I know I was born to try
And my feelings of hope will always last