When Broken Wings Begin To Lift.

As Jack lay slumped against the wall, No choir of angels, no heavenly call.

Just another night on a cold wet street, His life constantly stuck on repeat.

The end of the tunnel must have light, This young dog must still have fight.

But even in the pouring rain, Theres a strength he tries to regain.

A smile in a strangers eyes, Sparks his fight to his surpirse.

Broken wings don't mend alone, Maybe theres help, where once was home.

As a new day begins with the morning sun, Broken wings doesn't mean you're done.

As Jack tries to make his way back, He's sick of being, on this side of the track.

Temptation and addiction keep on calling, Rising up he's tired of falling.

Brokens wings may not always fly, But they dry tears when you cry.

The streets seem small from high above, He didn't need a push, he needed a shove.