I prayed aloud without listeners
In the fire, in the mire, in the mud
Consigned in my cage, a prisoner
We survived a rain and later flood
Wings broken, and cries unspoken
Left no hope before the inquisitors
We shall see endings without blood
Flesh wasn't made for spirit worlds
As a moment becomes permanent
Dreams made real, in a far away
I'm tearing off a cloak of flesh
Celebrating the opening again
Of the cage now made empty
Taking my first free breath
I've no memories left
In fair Elysium
