Paper Wings (Harvest Barclay James)

His crazy frame against the dawn His hungry leap and ragged fall A suicidal perch is now laid bare To searching eyes and empty stares A fearful silence hits the crowd The air hangs heavy with the sound Of useless wings against the morning sky As paper yields before their eyes Oh, can you see him now? A broken man without a dream Oh, can you hear him now? A futile laugh above the screams