Rising
Feathers catch my eyes
From fallen wings not meant for skies
A person lies in blood-covered pain
Slowly awoken by gently rain
He stands and curses someone above
While showing off his wings of dove
What is it that did him in
That made him feel as if he is pined
A cage he built with his hands
Over looking a torn land
A land that's cold, empty, dark
Just like his lonely heart
But he swore this is not his end
For he will stand and rise again