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
 Field 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 too 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 turned to madness
 You leaped and you reached
 But you 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