The warning call sounds
I dust off my wings
The cries grow ever louder
I gather my wits
Better to be present after all
When the lightning hits
It strikes fiercely
Burning my coat
The white becomes tainted
Not yet, my soul stands tall
It has seen the storm before
Basked in its wake
While it plotted, for a new family to take
I fan my white wings
Chaos still rings
It has been so long
Since I was able to sing
Able to fly and be free
As free as I wish to be
One day, I'll be free from the storm
Live my life in all its glory
For now, I keep my calm
Lead the hoards apart
As I wish, they had never start