Fly Free

Wings are clipped

with feathers scattering the ground,

they are wetted down 

by soft-spoken imprudent whispers.

To fly on tattered, silken wings,

float in the tides of burdensome.

Give them to every life stricken with delicate sing-songs.

Pour out the wind

admist the ashen skies,

to sing, to hum,

this world's tainted lullaby.