She was valiantly soaring in the sky,
Gliding so effortlessly through the air.
Dancing in circles where clouds cry,
Drifting towards the sun's striking stare.

A storm of unkindness is brewing,
A sea of emotions is surging.
Poor, little, scrawny bird.

Wings were shot to hell,
Stumbling down to nothingness.
Crashing down where broken ships dwell,
Humming a sound so far from happiness.