Angel's Fall

We are born with wings to fly
Carefully hidden from the human eye
Hands outstretched we enter the fray
Eager to encounter our every day

We are born with wings to fly
Slowly emerging reaching for the sky
Blissfully ignorant of fear or limitation
Pain, hesitation and humiliation

We are born with wings to fly
With love in our hearts soaring high
Slowly but surely our wings will tarnish
With each knock our certainty will vanish

We are born with wings to fly
Thirsting for knowledge we question why
The answers we receive are varied and weak
Causing confusion, fuelling the need to seek

We are born with wings to fly
Only now we begin to destroy
Throwing down those heavy wings
Disheartened with life’s offerings

We are born with wings to fly
As we grow we begin to die
Nothing seems to resonate any more
Now everything seems to be flawed

We are born with wings to fly
Now we wonder if it was all a lie
Once we believed we could have it all
Thus begins the angel’s fall

Copyright: Maria Grant 2008