Real Wings

Those aren't real wings, you know
They won't help you to fly
They took you years to grow
So by all means try
But I'm afraid for you
Yes, I fear you'll fall

Those aren't real wings, you know
And they won't take you where you need to go

Those wings were grown to self-preserve
And they won't serve
To take you away from all your ills
They'll trouble you still

Those wings were grown from fear and fret
And they won't get
You far above the ground
Before you fall back down

For wings to work you know
If you want to be a flyer
They really must be grown
From a hope that's higher
For the peaks that you could reach
In wisdom and in love

Then those real wings will grow
And they might take you where you need to go