I’ve sat in darkened hallways
Head between my knees
As silent tears echoed to the floor
I was there when you cried too
I’ve sat beside the bedside
Held the withered hand
As life slowly crept out of its shell
I sat there at the bedside with you too
I’ve sat beside the ocean
Words and waves lapping at my feet
As new worlds opened up inside
I sat beside you as you opened too
I see colors inside you
I feel new life emerging
In the quiet of the morning
I hear words only your heart can sing
The light it grows inside you
Each day it longs more to be free
So familiar, yet so foreign
I sit beside you, set you free
When did they first clip your wings?
When did you go to fly,
Like you’d done so many times before
And instead of soaring,
Fell, lifeless, to the ground?
When did you learn that flying high
Is too threatening for some,
So you shouldn’t – you didn’t – fly at all?
And when did that moment come,
When the pain of not flying,
The phantom pain of forgotten wings,
Became too much to bear?
When did you no longer have a choice but continue to suffer
Or uncover that which had seemingly been lost,
To delicately unfold those withered wings,
Longing for devotion,
And see if they could still hold
The weight of your dreams?