Yesterday,
I got my wings,
White and brilliant,
They shun above all the rest.

I danced and prayed,
I cried and then I knew,
That one day I would be with you,
Yet I am still here.

Today my wings are black,
Desperate and afraid,
This is never going to change,
My memories are a lie.

Now they crumble and fade away,
Now I know,
No matter what I do,
I will never be with you.

My memories are a lie?or
Maybe I am the liar.