If I had my wings now
Wings like an angle's
White and pure
The ones I received the day I was born.

I see them now
Crushed and torn,
The wings that made me fly.
If I'd my wings now
How high could I fly
Between silky clouds I'd disappear
On and on, beyond imagination.

But oh, my precious wings,
Where are they, I dare ask
Long ago have they vanished.
Gone.

My wings of grace
Of truth and innocence
Are stained with blood
With grief
With death.
I cannot fly anymore.

The wings I had received with birth
I have lost with my puberty
And forgotten with adolescence.

I've lost the ability to dream
I've lost all faith to fly.
My wings, without them-
Who am I?
I should have struggled
I should have fought against
No human is allowed to
Take ones wings away.

If I'd had my wings now
The wings each child carries
Within
Not so sorrowful, not so depressed
And melancholic
Should I have been.