I've been lost but this is nothing new
The habit I've made of becoming stray suits me
Without an excuse I'm content
The path I follow was not made by me
yet it takes miles and bloody feet before remember

For a moment, cutting my wings seemed right
for seconds rage ripped them off

Without wings will I stay grounded
the ground doesn't agree with my being

I see a path, it whispers my name
beckons me to drag my feet
a taste of something new is always sweet
Roads are long and allow too much time for thoughts
if my mind is elsewhere I may be saved

A strayed angel or an angel strayed
those words surrond my tongue with hot sweetness
and I'm tempted
I want to take the strangers path alone.