Soaring high above the clouds
Your wings flying like shrouds
Never to land on the earth
Never wondering the worth
You use your wings to your advantage
And I never doubt that you can manage
The sky has always been your playground
And you were crowned
it’s playful child

Your feathers linger
Like wild fingers
Brushing gently along my shoulder
And I stand here resting on land
But death swoops along like a big hand
And falling through the sky
I can almost hear you whisper good-bye
Landing crumpled on the dirt
so I wrap you in my shirt
to carry you back to the sky
in the hopes that you will be able to fly
once again