The time it took me to learn to fly,
Was the time you spent waiting to die.
I became the guidance you needed from me,
And you thought the end was something else entirely.
I wandered and I wondered.
I pondered you, as my heart thundered.
The warrior in me, was the warrior in us all.
But yours was different, your warrior would wrawl.
I heard it scream, I heard it bellow.
Your warrior was that aging fellow.
The one who's gray, who sleeps alone.
The one who's dark wished to be the rainbow.