I try to fly, but my wings are broken.
all I can do is crawl from the wreckage.
my life in shambles around me, i get up and try to move on.
I try to cry, but my voice won't come.
A dry sob is all i can manage.
she never turns to look at me, what we had is gone.
my wings mend and i take to the skies,
soaring higher than i've ever dared.
a kindred spirit glides beside me, cutting the clouds with grace.