If my heart were lighter then my wings wouldn't have to work so heard
My broken arms are bent in exhausted unnatural formations
The lines on my face are deep etched scars
And the heaviness in my steps leave a sodden trail
The tears from my eyes are heavy drops of lead
My shoulders slumped in defeat of this life
A tired neck arched to a delicate broken brow
An accursed face with no joy only sorrow
Just another moonbeam waiting for tomorrow