I walk the ground

In a world of soaring angels

Wings so beautiful and bright

While my horns only grow with scorn and sorrow

Envious of the beautiful span of those in the sky

How do I rise from this barren plane

How do I reach the freedom of that blue field

How do I file down these horns and join them in bliss

Why am I chained to this wasteland

Why do I envy these creatures

Why am I not content with what I have

These are questions I ask my self every day

But till I find the answers

I walk the ground

In a world of soaring angels