Ride the Wings of Redemption by Telle

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She is a dove trying to conquer the sky.
Her nest the icy cold of earth's embrace.
The light of autumn wishes her flight well.
But she wanted to stop the worthy race.

Against herself.
Her eyes are the loneliest star gracing the sky.
Against herself.
Her wings a pair frail to spread and fly.

She cast all doubts to the sky, forming clouds.
Just to fly into them, a growing pain.
If it'd fall like rain, her nest would not warm her.
Perhaps the life she has is ashes to remain.

Her wings are broken from the fall.
If I have the chance I'd come to the rescue.
And restore this winged creature of tears and broken hopes.
Now I know just what to do.

I became the nest to give her the embrace.
The light of autumn to guide her flight.
Look into her starry eyes to know who she is.
And tell her to fly she has the right.

A thousand miles she thought she could never cover.
For hesitation holds her mending wings.
The wind of life shall blow to stop her.
But if again she falls, on the ground I'll be waiting.

This is redemption beyond flight.
Her savior stands aground.
Behind the broken wings there's purity.
Beating for life for her I found.