I never wanted to trap you
To make you feel that way
When the only thing I wanted for you to do
Was spread your wings as wide as you could
I never wanted you to fall
But I'd catch you any way.
That's all I ever did
I always tried to be there
But now your wings don't seem so golden,
they seem to shrivel against the sun
And I don't understand how this could happen
When you were made to resist them.
I thought we'd fly together
But your golden wings are made of wax
I want to save you
But you won't let me catch you
How am I suppose to help you
When you slap my hand away
You said forever, until we were grey
But that must have been a thought from yesterday
I'm still grieving
Not for those beautiful golden wings
But for the person who had them
This chapter never was finished
Can you close it or try to write some more?