as she walks through the room, <br />every head turns, <br />here she is again, <br />coming back for more, <br />yet every time she hits that same 'ol wall, <br />before she even leaves the dance hall. <br /> <br />this angel's wings, on fire. <br />as she searches for her heart's, one true desire. <br /> <br />as she grows older, <br />she begins to dance alone, <br />waiting and waiting for the thrill to fill that hole. <br />yet every night she hits that same 'ol wall <br />before she can even leave the dance hall <br /> <br />this angels wings, on fire <br />as she searches for her hearts one true desire. <br />maybe someday she will fill that hole, <br />but until then her tunnel vision's true. <br />but until the day she might just find a clue.<br /><br />josh mckinney<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wings-on-fire/
