Of Broken, battled airplane wings
Angels who weep salted tears no more
Hear my wanton plea.

I cry for you, yet ran away
It's the nature of my beast
Marked by a devils and butterflies
I can only be what I must be
I say to you, do set me free
While a plane crashes in the sky
We hold a toast, two lovers lips
Mutter the sadly faint goodbye.
"AirPlane Wings" -C.Menard 3.16.2012
