Little one,
broken bodied,
crippled mind,
I took you;

and when the rain kissed your cheek,
I sheltered you with my fingers;
yet I still felt your tears fall to my palm,
and heard the discord in your song;

so I rebuilt your wings
to end your melancholy madness,
but the sky would not have you;
it could not have you

for from 'neath my hand,
you saw bars,
immense and inescapable;
engulfed by a cavern,
tended by echoed lunacy

Your absolution
mine.