Russell G. Robison

BROKEN WINGS

Aren’t well all just passing through
The journey of life’s game
While some of us get burned
As we are passing through its flame

Now some have broken wings
And simply cannot reach the sky
While standing on the ground
Yet in their heart they ache to fly

It is for us who still fly strong
To lend a helping hand
For we are all God’s children
And that is what he had planned