His back on fire
No feathers anymore
All gone away
With the fall

And he cried
And he shouted
No one could save him
His pain was too deep

The grace, the power
All gone with the wind
Like his tears, his hurt
Soon forgotten with his end

But someone cared
And lifted him up
Into his arms, away from the edge
With all his love

And the angel cried even more
Why would he rescue him?
And the hunter’s answer was easy
“Because you would do the same thing”