Random things I write

Flying Home

Flying home is hard

when your wings are torn

the fire left everything charred

and your clothes are tattered from being worn

Flying home was your final hope

but this war is still not won

you are still hanging on a rope

awaiting the return of the sun

Flying home was your only wish

but all you got was destruction

when your dreams were shattered on a glass dish

now all you want is your sweet resurrection

Flying home has blinded you

all you wanted was to be whole

but if you only knew

you always had a beautiful soul