Glasses and Wings

She sits on the bench 

With nothing to do

She wears her glasses

To try to see through

The blurriness of life

What a painful thing

The only thing to fix it

Is the glasses or wings

If you stand in the mess

Glasses might help

But if you are above the rest

It's clear as can be

So grab my hand

I'll help you fly

Above it all

Into the sky

And you might as well bring those glasses along

Just in case