Men are born with wings, they know of them not
earthly lives we lead, in darkness and fear we wrought
as we grow, our wings grow with us unbeknownst
their feathers wilt and fall around us, from where they come we cannot

Like dead weights they grow, our shoulders grow weary
our gait shifts either way making us unsteady
the nigredal night claws at us, urging us to ready
ourselves for the day when our wings unfold, life no longer heavy