Don't Fret

Laying crippled on the floor, encompassed by your shame;
filling your mind with anguish, forgetting about your fame.
Don't fret my friend, for this isn't the end.

Here you lay at ground zero;
trapped under these burdens, in need of a hero.
Don't fret my friend, for this isn't the end.

Shot out of the sky plummiting into the abyss.
No longer caring, putting everything at risk.
Don't fret my friend, for this isn't the end.

Your wings are broken, and all you feel is fatigue;
nothing seems right, just searching for relief.
Don't fret my friend, for this isn't the end

Time will heal your broken wings, restore your faith;
take step back, breath, don't force yourself into disgrace.
Don't fret my friend, for this isn't the end.