He Didn't Write for You

Wings Below

Falling

Without Faith

Focus

      Losing

I must keep flapping

My dead wings, Dashie.

My old pow'r tapping

Is now too sickly.

Deep in th'Abyss I cannot stave the crash.

Red is now dripping from feathers of mine.

Stay at the top with the pegasi, Dash.

Stay in the Factory, Rainbow, and live.