Solid Ground,
I stand upon it far too long.
And distance is all I know.

The unreachable,
Is the only thing ahead of me,
If I only could float.

Having wings for to fly,
Destiny is my direction.
But I can’t spread
my wings and fly.
I’ve been hurt and pained,
I am cursed, my bloodwings.

I was granted,
Freedom and life since birth,
But not mine to choose.

I have none regrets,
And my conscious is unstained.
But only not theirs.

Having wings for to fly,
Destiny is my direction.
But I can’t spread
my wings and fly.
I’ve been hurt and pained,
I am cursed, my bloodwings.

Soon I’ll wash my wings,
The stains of pain.
Of words taken and absorbed.

The smell upon it,
Of the hatred,
Of the death wished to me.

All will fade,
And then is my moment to fly.
Destiny as my destination,