Pure white wings,
Carry me to the sky.
Where I could breathe the fresh air,
Where I could feel the gentle wind.
Pure white wings,
Fly me higher to the sun.
Where I could feel the warm breeze,
Where the light is blinding.
Pure white wings,
Do not fall down.
To the earth that is barren.
To the soil that’s full of sin.
Pure white wings,
Why are you broken?
Your once clean feathers
Are now filled with stains of blood.
Pure white wings,
Did you try to break out?
From this cold rusty cage,
From this empty lifeless place?
Pure white wings,
You are bleeding again.
Was God hands too tight?
Was God arms too long?
Pure white wings,
Please don’t stab your wounds.
Your wound might heal,
But your scar – it will not.
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