Wings Broken, wounds wide open,
yet in time, some day, all rewoven
Acts of evil forever acts of futility,
Only Hearts warm find eternal glory,

Yet

Lonely souls that cut their lines,
Much love exists, yet are they blind?

True legacy enduring and those that outlast,
Are only but a little light from within, within our grasp.
Utter inside; seas quite deep
Forever exalts in our heart's heat.

Yet

Wings broken wounds wide open,
One should remember that wounds,
Are only felt by hearts open and chosen.