Birds of a Feather

Without you to push me into the shadows,

I don't know where to stand.

Without you,

this whole world has turned to shadows.

Descended from the same feather,

we broke away,

and we flew

...but we never forget.

I look down at my wings,

and miss the breeze from your lead against them.

I look down at my wings

and they're in the pieces of a jigsaw puzzle--

mangled and tangled

and broken.

From an egg to the sky

in the blink of an eye--

we've always flown together

in our perfect 'V.'

But it'd only be a matter of time

before we broke away,

and we flew.

The comfort of the nest

versus the heat of the quest--

birds of a feather

but when the feather turns to wings,

the choices become endless.

Amongst the clouds,

you'd never be able to tell us from one another--

birds of a feather.

The same swift grace,

the same simple beauty

and an overwhelming desire

to be alone.

When always flying in formation,

you lose yourself.

When always flying in formation,

you lost me--

or pushed me away

so far into the shadows,

they've swallowed me whole.

With only jigsaw wings to carry myself out,

I could use your strength yet again.

Birds of a feather, birds of a feather.