center B u For Dumbledore /b /u
i CAJ /i
A silver wing upon the breeze,
it flutters by, before it sinks.
Just a shell, it held great things.
Our silver wing upon the breeze.
I was there when Dumbledore fell to his knees,
I saw his final moments, heard his pleas.
Knew never again would we hear him sing,
I shared the last breathe he breathed,
no tricks or magic up his sleeves.
A silver wing upon the breeze,
it flutters by, it flutters by,
for one perfect moment frozen in time
A silver silhouette against the night sky.