Look at how you've torn my wings. They're tattered, and frayed, battered almost beyond repair. I don't think you even care about what you've done to me.
But all things heal in time. Even this bleeding wound. The scar won't fade, but life will stop seeping through it, away from me.
You just remember when they turn to ask you where I am, and how I'm doing, that you make the hell sure you turn around and tell them how I'm defying gravity. You'd better make sure that they know all about how you tried to stop me, how you tried to bring me down, break me, and all about how you FAILED to do so.
And remember, this time, you can't get back what you've lost.