lying there in despair angry because its thrown away eyes past it glancing only a little facing it too belittle pecked by the refugees of the sky waiting and lost and hoing to die torn and beaten and still ignored wanting, longing to be heard legs crawling to bond freedom to walk playfully oh how so fond and aged in harshly was it scorned the creature of the world to this day
Angels sighing demons pierced heart so sweet innocence sent but deep beyond beauty evil lurks