I listen to our song,
I wonder where he is,
I shed a tear,
When i realize where he is,
He has grown those wings he knew he would,
He flew up to his sky,
To play and listen all day long,
To take his anger out,
Though he never got angry, just upset,
He knew it would come,
eventually,
But i had hoped it wouldn't have been so soon,
But i can see him now,
Flying above city's,
With his black wings.
