She flew on wing that were not hers because her feathers kept on falling
But how could she let that stop her when the sky, the sun, was calling
Unstable was the ground but constant were the heavens
And so she stole her chance from the wings of another

She sang with a secondhand voice and made it all her own
To make the stars focus and shine for her to find her way back home
Her feet ****** and blistered from the ground she had trodden
And those creatures who dwelt below could not stifle her song

She looked to the day with eyes of those born from the forever dark
Once hearing of light in fairy tales 'till she herself found a spark
And those things stolen, borrowed, and discovered made possibilities
And they were hers to use to find the sky