I wish you didn’t clip my wings to make yours.
I would of helped you if you just asked.
Ironically I could still fly.
I still soar, even if it’s not the same.
I overcome the pain and improvise the stain you put me through.
I still pray before the next stage.
Maybe that helps.
Maybe I never needed my full wings.

As for you, I see you struggling.
My wings weren’t meant for you.
The crazy part is, I would still help.
Maybe if you just ask.
You thought I wouldn’t know you try to fly with my wings.
You thought it would help you with the next stage.

What you don’t know is wings are developed, you can’t just make them.
I hope you resort to being humble and finally develop your own source of ascension.