These wings

My wings

My freedom

I was given these wings to fly

And by chance I could be free

Nevertheless if I fly too high

I could die

And find new freedom from this world

Feather after feather

Wax turned fierce and trickled

To fall after soaring,

The inescapable fate

If only I used my wings

My freedom, to its true potential

I would be able to fly again

No longer terrestrial