Broken wings feathered in black, Are falling through the sky, Cold tears streak up my face, As the wind beats against me, A single black plume snaps free, I watch as it spirals above me, The ground races towards me, I know my end is near, I look up into the sky, The sun is a blinding glare, I wonder how I fell so far, I wish I could take it all back, I can smell the grass as I near the land beneath me, I close my eyes and hold my breath, Preparing for my departure, The ground takes what's left of my life in a single loud thud.