Sunday, March 8, 2009

The bird

Across the distant shore, I can see it flying

It can barely hold on but it's trying

Wind is rough, the rain is tough

But so is the will


Odds are against the race, the test

But it quickens the pace

Why does it go on, why not give up

Why don't you fall, you proceed to accomplish what goal?


This gift has separated you from the rest

Or has this curse

Yet you journey, towards some home, some nest


Know that for me you’ve passed the test

Even though on the ground you are now lying…

Without a breath

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