In the deepest parts of despair you'll find me there. Lying crippled
and cold. My once glorious wings, that were covered by silk wight
feathers are broken bones of my past covered by dust and ash.
can no longer fly, no over a hill or a mountain. I'm crippled and no
matter how you try, you can't pull me up, can't lift my sorrows. I'll
lay here till the end of time, till the future has become the past, and i myself am dust and ash.