Wings

Whilst I seek for shelter in rains,

Not so mighty comes my spirit.

Alone in this world I am born,

Fly or drown is mine wish.

Doesn’t matter what I choose,

For another day I get in luck,

To right the wrongs of the past -

To fly above the puffy clouds -

And to wish again for a dream;

That lasts long and realizes well,

Before mine eyes into reality.

That day, I will fly again in the sky,

Wings spread, hovering in the blue.

Too late to have stopped me then,

For I'll have the power of wings in den.