Pecking Order

Clip my wings before I fly, clip my wings so I can die

Pressed against the dirt, you can't feel my hurt

Watch your shadow paint the sky as I follow in my mind

Forever falling short

too many thoughts to sort

Flat on my face

Can't plead my case (I still need my space)

But someday, I'll be on top

High above you all

In spite of my history, this is me

I've got no farther left to fall

Shoot me down, I'm in my prime

shoot me down, you've done no crime

It's all a pecking order, that we all must shoulder

Watch your shadow fill a space, in spite of all that falls from grace

The circle's spinning, the new's beginning