Hey little brother the winds of the world
Have ruffled your soft and weakened wings
And though I cant hold you as I look into your eyes
I can see the film that disappointment brings
I know its rained upon your childhood dreams
The games youve been playing
Werent quite what they seemed
How can I tell you dont bang your head against the wall
The wall Ive been banging and praying might fall
Your time will come on another day
And your dreams will flame and in the fire play
On another day
I know its hard for you to understand
There are no flying angels come to lend a hand
No smiling faces lined for you to meet
It looks like that in twisted glass
From the kind side of the street
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