Red Wings
Wings.
Red Wings.
Long gone are
the white feathers and down.
They're red now.
Strong with sharp edges,
yet fragile and dainty.
My wings are made of
red glass feathers.
Please...
Don't shatter them.
Red Wings.
Long gone are
the white feathers and down.
They're red now.
Strong with sharp edges,
yet fragile and dainty.
My wings are made of
red glass feathers.
Please...
Don't shatter them.