Ive fallen,
Oh, my father,
And I hurt.
I was not aware, so warm and inviting,
That the green of the grass, the brown of the dirt,
Could be so cold, so hard.
The clouds I remember, once below me,
So white and fluffy, plains of mist
I now see
As dark and foreboding,
Opressively haunting.
As I lay here in broken form,
The sky, once my home, now daunting,
Distant above me, I wonder,
Will I fly again?
Ive fallen
From a place
As vast as it was high.
My many wounds have healed,
By and by,
Yet just my body,
Not my heart.
The ground blisters my feet
In her selfish desire to keep me apart
From my father, my home.
Birds sing, taunting me, as they take flight
Into the sky,
Back up, into the light.
They run from me before I chance to ask them,
Will I fly again?
Ive fallen
And I cant get up
From this earthly prison
I find myself in.
Was pride the reason
For my punishment?
I laughed and soared
Above those earthbound ants,
Until I grew bored
Thinking that I could fly higher
Than the clouds, than the sun
(Who knew beauty that bright could burn so?)
But in jest only. In fun.
Dropping me down into the midst of those whom I mocked, asking
Will I fly again?
I've fallen,
Oh, my father,
And I've learned.
I was a fool,
And I was burned.
I laughed at those without my fortune,
To find what fortune I had, taken away.
I look up into the night sky,
The stars so far away,
Once my friends, my guides,
Now my judges, my jury,
Stripping me of my wings
In a blazing fury.
Yet with a bitter cold compassion, they let me live so that I may wonder,
Will I fly again?