I've built my wings from my pain and sorrow
On the hope that there'd be a better tommorrow
I've painted them with traces of the finest gold
Purged from horrible memories of old
I've soaked them in a brilliant light that will always last
Pulled from the blackened darkness of my past
These are my wings constructed from the worst of scars
I'll spread them so you can see how beautiful they are

Look closer...

You'll see the blood of my enemies, the love of friends
Woven underneath each feather again and again
You'll see the pain I've caused and the love I've lost
I've hated, I've been cold, which would explain why my wings are covered in
frost
My viciousness has clawed and ripped at my wings
Filled with holes, covered in bloodstains, is what my malicousness did
bring
These are my wings constructed from many a hard day
I'll spread them just for you, not so beautiful now, are they?
 
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