I stand here with these broken wings, I cannot fly, I cannot sing. Above the ragged ground I stand, Upon these jagged cliffs of stone. I stand below the clouds of hope, Victim of forsaken rains. Afraid to move, afraid to try, I host a leech to my strength and will. My silent tears are washed away, But I'll be among them all one day, For all water pays tribute to the sea, Above which I stand, upon these cliffs. So I stand here with my broken wings, Awaiting the day, once my will returns, On which, for since I cannot fly, I shall dive into this sea of dreams.