Wings of Freedom
Rain pours down upon me,
Cleansing me of my fears.
Rainwater flows pass my face,
Replacing my forgotten tears.
I stand alone in the rain,
Tightly holding on to my last string of life.
The rain softly brushes my body,
Soft pelts of rain kisses my lips.
The wind blows past me,
Cooling my body from anger,
The stars wink at me,
Warming me from hatred.
When I was small,
I would dream of a fallen angel.
She would stay with me,
And take my fears away.
She would bring me to another place.
Paradise she told me.
No one was going to hurt me there.
I feel like a fallen angel,
Unable to fly away.
Every time I tried to climb higher,
I fall.
Reality mocks me,
Laughing at me weakness.
My freedom lies in a metal box.
Sleeping, refusing to come out.
Lying on the cold ground,
Starting at the path before me.
I wonder why ii am here.
Why I live,
And why it is so unfair.
I dream of the day,
When I shall find my wings,
My wings of freedom.
Every time I try to fly,
I fall without my wings.
I fall, unable to fly away.
My body tingles with warmth,
Even though ii felt no warmth inside.
The last of the rain drops out of the sky,
Closing my eyes,
I can hear the music of my heart.
Opening my eyes,
I set out on the trampled path,
Searching for my wings.