I drag my wings
Closed eyes
Abandoning my feathers
To the disavowed souls
I break hearts
And the questions
Without a frown
Under the shape and the substance
I sow the wind, the hard winds
And I save appearances
But when I cry, no one hears
No one sees what I'm thinking
I lost for good
My fairy skin
My freckles
My disillusioned look
I saw the passing
But I don't see anymore
The lost angels
All too often fallen
I sow the wind, the hard winds
And I save appearances
But when I cry, no one hears
No one sees what I'm thinking