Companion to Owls

All of my wings have been torn
My body, broken and scorned
Where does my spirit belong?

What is the way to the light
Disquieting dreams in the night
Where does darkness reside?

Naked, I came from a womb
And naked do I depart
Bruised, battered, scarred

You, you are the night
The night who is a thief
Who robs the day of its light

Borne of the light and the day
The hour has come
To go forth in the truth and the way
For the work is done
Borne of the light and the day
The hour has come
To go forth in the truth and the way
For the work is done

Borne of the light and the day
The hour has come
To go forth in the truth and the way
For the work is done
Borne of the light and the day
The hour has come
To go forth in the truth and the way
For the work is done