The righteous man was lost, locked away
A desperate choice, a dread fear
I saw the younger boy
My wings were white once
Too pure to be otherwise
But as darkness income
I was stained inside
Two different imprints forming
A stronger and more profound bound
I wonder will it last?
Has my saving come to pass
Has my soul surpass
I held one of my feathers
Thought if I should cast it to the weather
But I knew some were still kept inside warm old leather