Oh, how I long for those days I was once free.
Captured in your small hands like a rat to a snake.
You foolish child, as you pick at my wings.
The lustful joy being peeled away.
I can no longer fly with the wind, and let it take me where it wants to go.
My beautiful wings have been taken away, do I not deserve to fly high with the angels above?
I'm nothing but an ugly bug.
The sweet taste of nectar no long exists on my delicate feet, but the taste of dirt grounded into my chest.
I'm nothing but an ugly bug.
You foolish child, you took my wings.
