Wounded bird, broken wings, I cannot, I no longer know how to rise. A shattered dream.
Poor bird, flightless, a failure. Dreams in a nosedive, into harsh reality. Shattered, crashed plumage.
All broken, I dreamed of flight, and couldn't. My body is heavy. I plunged, I fell from grace; I no longer know how to fly.
So much dreaming, only to land unwillingly. And my dreams have flown away. I moved my hands, and saw reality: I was no angel.
I was no longer a child, and everything hurt. I wanted to be better, but I'm not; I corrupted myself. And I was just me, a poor soul who flapped in my dreams, a loser in my life, only disaster.
Consumed beyond remedy, I reached the end, landed on earth, dreams undone. Neither angel, nor good, nor child, just an old man who never learned to fly. Hope took flight.