As I fly Blood stains my pure feathers

As I fly It grows on the ground below

As I fly I see the sick

As I fly They gaze at me with hope

As I fly I bring a branch to my beak

As I fly They wish for me to set it at their feet

As I fly I dove down below

As I fly The sick scream in pain as I lodge it in their throat

As I fly I wish for them to go

As I fly They watch me no longer with hope

As I fly, For I cannot perch; I watch as humans make the world burn

As I fly I wonder; do they make me an angel because they themselves can never come closer?