Wandered lonely and it fled
Flapping wings as it sped
Touching the perfectly blended
Orangish red horizon as it dread
“They will break my wings,” it said.
It felt heavy and laid on bed
Fearing to fly alone,
It’s dreams and fortune heavily bled
A voice replied,
“Open your wings and make ‘em spread,
For in the path of battle
There is always lead
Don’t worry about hardships
Pursue what you said
I will be there to guide you dear
In the darkest times
Taking you up horizon again
Tread by tread
