The Fallen
I remember how it felt,
When my wings were clipped from my back,
Betrayed not only by my creator,
But by myself,
In rage from my displacement,
My lack of belonging,
My isolation, surrounded by others who bore so much more in their soul than I,
I ripped the wings free from there place,
For if I did...
When my wings were clipped from my back,
Betrayed not only by my creator,
But by myself,
In rage from my displacement,
My lack of belonging,
My isolation, surrounded by others who bore so much more in their soul than I,
I ripped the wings free from there place,
For if I did...