"She gave in to the hues
the heat of read and cool of blue;
She was one as to go and fly
yet she was mocked and burned by and by.
Now she walks with tears on her face
staggering further at a crippling pace
She continues on as one can only do
Hoping for a place beyond red and blue."
not it sure if it makes much sense but this is what I came up with in the moment. Sort of over a sensitive person, an angel in this case, who cares for so much yet stresses herself too often. Tears of sorrow, and the containment of rage that stresses her to the point of losing her feathers. Yet she still stands, on a hope that there can be unison in finding a harmony from the rage & sorrow she is facing.