I remember when I was happy at a tender age.
I was white like a dove, there was nothing but the truth in my feathers.
Then I got older.
I don't know if it got this way, or it started with a lie.
Today I Am in my autumn of life.
I got lies on my tongue and I don't know how I got this way.
My feathers a tinted with black and red spots.
Symbols of fear and lies mixed with pain.