Wax and Feathers-Shannon Stephens

[00:02.37]My father burned the midnight oil, [00:13.61]gluing together wax and feathers. [00:24.77]When he was through, [00:29.95] I looked like Gabriel— [00:35.62]a little tattered, [00:38.31]a little weathered. [00:47.04]It wasn’t the sun that melted my wings, [00:56.52]so close I could hear the angels sing. [01:09.55]The injustice of disbelief [01:18.99]dropped me from the heavens’ canopy. [01:31.72]Thrown to the sky [01:36.73]like a stone from a sling, [01:42.96]dropped like lead to the arms of the sea. [01:54.24]I rest my head on the ocean floor. [02:05.56]You walk above me. [02:16.60]It wasn’t the sun that melted my wings, [02:26.29]so close I could hear the angels sing. [02:39.12]The misfortune of disbelief [02:48.58]dropped me from the heavens’ canopy.