A portrait unseen has been for me deemed
For as I soar with the angels upon withered wings
I did not ask for this flight
But hence is my plight

To stutter and stare
Is unjustifiable a dare
For I am as others see
Although a pleasure for them I be

I open my eyes
And in my blindness I sigh
For it grows harder by the day
To live with what this life has in play

I roam through the night
Struggling with this fight
But make you no judgment of me
For I will survive this too you see

The dawn comes around
Nothing heard but the sound
Of birds chirping leaves swaying in the trees
And the day begins again as I get to my knees

For alas I have been given a friend
And life does not appear so gloomy in
The End