Don't want to mislead you about me,
just want you to know who I am,
for too many times you've left me to fight,
battles of struggle within walls built so tight.
I cannot roam the streets alone,
for my legs are cracked to the bone,
they can barely stand on their own,
from the needles and pins you've all thrown.
So, don't think you'll be forgotten,
from what my heart and soul has begotten,
from the wounds, only you have inflicted,
on my gentle wings, who are now lacerated.
I am closest to heaven than I'll ever be,
for I know above you, I will always be,
once my wings stop bleeding from pain,
drops of bloody tears you'll feel from the rain.
