I left your protecting wings
and grew my own
I looked after myself
but ended up all alone
I left your sheltering wings
and grew my own
I flew far, far away
but made it back home
I left your guarding wings
and grew my own
I've faced the whole world
but can't face your gravestone
author's note: I don't like the second to last line but meh. I only write poetry when attempts to make it into a story have failed. Someone better read this I spend 10 minutes trying to remember how to spell 'reminisce', I had to look up synonyms of 'remembering' and 'looking back at the past' to find it.
