Wings

Things, riches, they can be replaced

People, they can't be replaced

Some say the life we live is the game we play

Why do we play when we're in checkmate?

Braids, guitars, we'd sing every night

Fields, flowers, it all felt so right

When one fell down, I'd be there lifting them up

Those hands holding the feathers of my wings

Three brothers running with the breeze

Never thought they'd be running from me

Fights, crying, we'd all disagree

Screams, lying, you'd pack all your things

The price we pay to get our way is far to big

The world's gone mad, how can I protect you with my wings?

Three friends who'd spend their days laughing

Lost in the depths of their beliefs

Each standing on the edge overflowing with regret the past one forgets

Destruction, loss and death, the voices in your head, power turnd to madness

You leaped and you reached, but couldn't quite grab my wings, oh, my wings

Three sons have now become just two

Don't fret, I'll gather both of you in my, in my

Come and I'll wrap you in my wings