In this world where wings fly,

I, whose wings are clipped, am flightless.

Where then is my heaven…?

Do I walk forward, uncertainly,

Where I know I shall fall?

For clouds in blue heavens

Passes as mist around me –

Shelter me not;

Catch me not;

For the only arms that embrace me…

Are mine…

And around myself.

And wings folded across my back,

Warm but crippled;

Brushes against my shoulders.

Who shall save me from falling?

“Help me” if I could but cry out.