white wings, laced with adolescence,
dove, how do you have the courage to fly?
soar above the world,
I long to see the sky.

but, i'm merely trapped in this tree,
hiding my face from the world,
because of what they'll see.

The purity gleams upon your face,
pale against the soft hues of dawn.

you've done the strongest thing,

you've accepted yourself.

that's what makes you beautiful.

the rest is purely superficial.

maybe one day, I'll learn to trust my wings

And I'll join you up in the sky.

but right now,

I'll try.