Rite of Passage

Unbreakable, Insatiable
We are the fallen angels
These broken wings
We will mend again
These wounds will heal
Then we’ll ascend
I spread my wings beneath your feet
I’ve tried so hard and felt so weak
Through the cries of pain and lies
I know that these trampled wings will fly
We are the abandoned children
We are the loving neglect
We are the gods forgotten
We are your regret
When you look out into the black
You’ll see it’s you who’s staring back
A frustrated Angel
Seeking and searching
For the rite of passage in a bloody mess of broken wings
These are the soils of the broken earth
And so we must grow
And so we must hurt