They still remember when they used to fly,
With wings of glory, to the heavens high.
Their wings, once radiant, now worn and gray,
A testament to the wars they've slayed.
Now, they wander, lost and alone,
Through a world of chaos, overthrown,
Their beauty marred by the dust of time,
Their hearts, once pure, now tainted by the crime.
In this world of chaos, they search for a way,
To reclaim their glory, to seize the day,
But alas, their wings are broken and worn,
Their beauty faded, their hearts forlorn.
