She Lost Her Wings

Her children sleep, the moments creep away
In stale rooms, with diesel fume malaise
The sirens and lights, they pierced the night
Stirring up a sleeping appetite

When Katie spoke of crimson smoke and wings
The meadowlarks, in ghetto parks would sing
The melody would echo through the air
And travel through the window to her chair

In old shoes, the same views
The gravity of life to weigh her down
In gray dreams, the sky seems
Larger than it was, or is it because
She lost her wings

She can't recall, her steady fall from grace
But she was down, on solid ground to stay
And somewhere in the journey she found peace
In trading all the dreams for guarantees

In old shoes, the same views
The gravity of life to weigh her down
In gray dreams, the sky seems
Larger than it was, or is it because
She lost her wings

In old shoes, the same views
The gravity of life to weigh her down
In gray dreams, the sky seems
Larger than it was, or is it because
She lost her wings

The sycamore is there no more to climb
But still she dreams, of quiet streams and flying