The golden sunlit dew,
Glistened as we flew,
Feathers and outstretched arms,
Compassed us from harm.
The Flock's facade mangled by brambles,
Thought our life was in shambles,
Fingered the pieces, shattered,
Seeking what once mattered.
Lina, Lina, Lina:
My heart pulsed as we stepped,
From the balcony to ground,
Thought we'd never soar,
But then, who could ask for more?
In your hollow bones,
I found a home,
Against the sky of alabaster chrome.