With battered wings and shattered
will, Falling through the clouds
unable to breath. A chirping bird once,
A lifeless species now. The
colour of her feathers turning pale,
With the exhaustion of trying
again and again. Then came the
healing rain, That resurrected her died
hopes. Returning the colours her
feathers lost, Healed her injured
soul. And then she rose like a phoenix from the
ashes, To conquer the world,
Flying High... High above the clouds...