you took your stones
and threw them at my Bones
and did your best
to hurt, and break my wings
as if I never existed, forgetting
what we had occurred
all because of the word
that the jealous vulture
had built in your head
like the works of a sculpture
but even when worlds collapse
my broken wings heal
and once more flaps
and I take flight
into the sky with delight
so maybe you might
one day see me fly
once more in your sky
but know that I'm Alright