I want to fly away...
Past the furthest star at the end of the universe,
And in the Drifting Desolateness make my home.
Where I can be safe....
Alone.... but safe,
But I have no means to fly...
Where are the strong wings that should be?
In their place, Sad Stumps of brokenness,
That could not take flight...
Clipped.... long ago,
I wish it all away...
The sadness of the past that carries on into the future.
Laughing amidst the burning tears of hurt,
Laughing at the futility of a Waifish Wish,
The remains of the dead child within me that never grew.
I carry it still in my arms...
As if trying desperately to comfort it.
Holding it, where loving arms should have been.
Only it no longer breathes to feel,
It no longer breaths to live,
But to its forlorn form, I continue whispering...
Everything is going to be okay,
Everything is going to be okay...
And tomorrow is another day...
Till then in the darkness I'll with it stay,
Till we both see the light of that beautiful star,
At the end of the universe,
Away from you.