Another Day - Mary Black

Hey little brother the winds of the world

Have ruffled your soft and weakened wings

And though I can’t hold you as I look into your eyes

I can see the film that disappointment brings

I know it’s rained upon your childhood dreams

The games you’ve been playing

Weren’t quite what they seemed

How can I tell you don’t bang your head against the wall

The wall I’ve 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 it’s 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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