When you’ll have lost more than you thought you had
You’ll take a step back and wonder for a while
How life can ever be the same again
Who should be the new person you became

You will be coming home with wings of stone
Hanging on to the bitterness you hone
With anger cutting deep in your own skin
Not reaching the ones who know where you’ve been

Friends will be gone or strangers have become
Even if, you’ll be a hero to some
Alone you will be standing in the cold
Your fingers grasping for something to hold

You will be coming home with wings of stone
Useless to fly, slowly breaking your bones
Among your former peers, sentenced to crawl
Passing by and insuring your downfall

You left your past for a greater purpose
Instead you found new ways to hurt and ooze
Which angel can now help you heal your wounds
You’ll become one of thousands of lost souls

You will be coming home with wings of stone
Carrying these like a burden you’re to own
Weighing like a sin for which to atone
Needing some help but facing it alone

You might as well renounce your flesh and bones
Lay down your foolish hope once and for all
But beyond the broken shell of your self
You’ll also find shards of faith, light and depth

You will be coming home with wings of stone
You’ll lastly see so many have their own
The very same concrete feathers to haul
Standing close to keep themselves standing tall

You’d thunk you’d have to carry them alone
But discovered yourself through wings of stone

~ Val.