Soft feathered wings,
Glow white before thee,
May be thine light
To set you free.
Bright wide-spread wings
Display their power
In honest glory
In final hour.
Small humble wings
Do wrap around thee,
In simple form,
On bended knee.
Red tattered wings
Blood flowing freely
It saves your soul,
But breaks your heart.
Then final wings
Of strength to lift thee
Far from the pain
At living's end.