Wings come with freedom
The ability to fly
To the stars and back
Anywhere through the sky
But these wings I've been given
Are different then those
That give you joy and beauty
And set you free
Razorblade wings
Rusted and used
Cutting my skin
Calloused and bruised
Sure these wings protect me
From the things that I fear
But often they hurt
Even what is good
These tainted blades
Of lust and want
Need redemption and cleansing
To head the wounds I've opened