Jeff Williams - Wings

^DOne l^Gife, Is not a l^Aong t^Dime, When you're ^Dwaitin^Gg, For a s^Amall s^Dign.

^DPati^Gence, Is h^Aard to f^Dind. ^DShadows^G, Seem to ^Emfill your^A life.

^DDon't be disappoint^Ged, ^DDon't let your heart b^Areak. ^DDon't spend another m^Ginute, ^BmIn th^Emis wa^Ay. ^GIt's^Bm o-k^Aay.

^GDry yo^Emur eyes now^A, baby; ^{D G}Broken ^Ewings won't h^Aold you do^Dwn. ^GYou'll take ^Emflight soon, ^Ababy. ^GYou'll be lifted ^Emup, And you'll be ^Ath^Ger^De

^DTwelve ^Ghours, Is a ^Along ni^Dght. When you're s^Dearchin^Gg, With no ^Ahope in ^Dsight.

^DAim-l^Gess, On the ^Ainsi^Dde; And the ^Ddamag^Ge, Makes you ^Emwant to h^Aide.

^DI know that it seems po^Gintless, ^DI know that it feels f^Aake. ^DI know you can't stand the ^Gthought of, ^BmBein^Emg s^Atray, ^GOne ^Bmmore da^Ay.

^GDry yo^Emur eyes now^A, baby; ^{D G}Broken ^Ewings won't h^Aold you do^Dwn. ^GYou'll take ^Emflight soon, ^Ababy. ^GYou'll be lifted ^Emup, And you'll be ^Ath^Ger^De