As time goes on, never stopping,
And more souls pass by,
No one ever heeds the angels call
And his reason for pain, no one knows why.
He struggled to stand, with a broken wing,
Then some came by, he looked their way
But they, the pitiless, only looked once,
Turned and walked wordlessly away.
As he lay with his broken wing
He gazed to the blackened sky,
Shedding a tear, he asks himself:
Will I ever again learn to fly?