Like A Red Light, I Wait For Green

CRADLED, like a infant in a
mothers arms, i lay stangnent
with two broken wings, and
like a traffic light, i wait
for this red light, to turn
green.

RETREAT, like the day from
night, settle for more,
as you move about, watch
and wait, as the lord
fixes those broken wings,
so you can fly strait,
and stay strong…