When you'd call

Id feel free,
A weight off my wing,
A feather so thin,
Falling to the ground, felt so far
Now im sprialing.
How high you made me sore.
With one call you made me fall,
A fire ball to the ground.
You let go first ,
Now i cant hold on.
I'll see you again, maybe when i land.
Will you pick me up again?
Or burrow me deep down?