You Are (Panacea) - Cirrus

Oh these tattered

Imaginary wings

Want to make them real

Real

Oh these many

Useless coverings

Want to make throw away

Away

You are the shelter in the winter rain

You are the child underneath the pain

You are

Feeling heavy

You won?

t let it down

It?

s not their not

Their

Sparrow falling

Until she?

s on the ground

Your not alone

Alone

You are the caged one who is finally free

You are the oasis in the desert heat

You are the shelter in the winter rain

You are the child underneath the pain

You hold the answer though you can?

t explain

What you are to me