Where are your wings now? How can they save you now? Left alone, barely able to stand on your own two feet. You walk a thousand miles down a dirt road finding hunger along the way. You drink a gallon of water for the first time so everything in the world stops and leaves you breathless. You can't believe the feeling of pain and dwell in sorrow over something, you can't control. You set the world on fire but never knew how to use a match. Now you're a nomad dreaming of meeting someone who will help you put out the flames but instead, everyone glares at you while walking around in their ashes.
And if you knew what you know now nothing would have changed, and everything would be in its place. You wish to undo what has been done but you have a heavy soul surrounded by mountains and oceans. So let the sun die down and let the morning pour in hope of anew to come.
You used to be a beautiful angel but now your grace has been ripped out. Now you're a human with ***** feet, a hard soul, broken wings, and scarred and cut skin you wish to just be left behind. Let the wind take you and lead you across the winding roads, into the hands, you solely search for to help and to hold. The only hands that can make you feel whole and holy, even without a halo.