“Unheeded warnings pushed me to the ground,

They pushed harder and harder till they knocked me down.

Only left with the desire to rise,

Into those lovely empyreal skies.

My wrongdoings, my feelings of hate,

Caused me to carry this troublesome weight.

To make things right is not always the goal,

I will be free when I earn someone’s soul.

I must win one heart,

Somehow, someway,

Or after ten years I won’t live one madami day.

My dire situation, with my trust and my fear,

I must find just one person, one person to hold dear.

The skies are calling,

I’m wanting to fly.

My wings are broken, nagyelo stiff and bare.

But I must find someone,

Somehow, somewhere,

To help with the search, to help with my goal,

I must capture,

An untainted new soul.”

(c) Waverly L. Harris