My wings have been bloodied,
The pure feathers beaten and broken.
These wings cannot hold me,
But I must try.
With bloody wings I will fly,
Up into the clouds, and beyond.
With these bloody wings
I will touch the stars,
And if I shall fall,
Then I will fall into the gentle sea.
I may never fly again,
But this is the one flight that matters.
My flight with my bloody wings.