I have wings, Not made
of steel
Made of light and my
sheer will
the breath of glory
and absolute zeal
Flutter like a
hurricane, my dreams fulfill
I have wings that will
carry me high
No matter how you try
to break
Them, they rise higher
toward the sky
While you in fear and
defeat still quake
I have wings that span
the horizon and beyond
To where eagles cry
and build their nests
None can break my eternal
bond
To the mountains where
at last I could rest
On their peaks hidden
among clouds of rain
They softly weep yet
my voice is thunder
When faced with this
excruciating pain
Anguish cutting my
heart asunder
My heart is breaking
still I have wings
I defy this torment
and gloriously rise
On the mountain tops I
am the king
My rebirth as an
Eagle, or my Human demise
Maxwell O’REILLY
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