These broken wings that you now wear with pride,
separates you from those who have died.
Youíre stronger now, since you went down,
even the asphalt canít keep you down.
The scars you wear like badges of honor
to show everyone now that you are stronger.
The pain reminds you of what you went through,
but you bite your pride and keep pushing through,
so keep going and going donít ever look back
Itís time to just ride youíve earned the broken wings on your back.
These wings that you wear show everyone that somebody cares.
Your were battered and bruised,
the wings prove that, so get back up,
Feel the wind in your face, the air through your hair
Welcome backÖ Ride with much Care
Graval and Crash
Your site is great, wanted to know if you wanted to put this poem online. My wife and I wrote it for one of our sisters who went down.