Looking to the skies,

But all I seem to find,

is a rock hard ground-

it's bearing down,

pressing me to hell.

So I beat my wings and cry,

"Help me, God, let me fly!"

But the wings can only,

Carry me further down.

So I drift...

I fall...

Is there even a goal at all?

And as I hit the ground I realize the truth,

I lost it all when I first lost you.