some kind of fable
on the walk to the well in this world of wilderness
i came across a bird who was resting in the grass
his wing had been brutally broken by the beast of brilliant breeze
and he’d stumbled on the feeling that he’d never see the tree
where he’d find the familiar forces that fall inside his family
and once again take in the feeling of being home, with loving glee
so i asked if i could assist him, and escort him across the air
but he only turned his head and cawed the words, “it’s just not fair...”
“i'm the first to finally meet a man who finds the faith to fly...”
“...and his regrets and great confusion have already kissed his wings goodbye”
on the walk to the well in this world of wilderness
i came across a bird who was resting in the grass
his wing had been brutally broken by the beast of brilliant breeze
and he’d stumbled on the feeling that he’d never see the tree
where he’d find the familiar forces that fall inside his family
and once again take in the feeling of being home, with loving glee
so i asked if i could assist him, and escort him across the air
but he only turned his head and cawed the words, “it’s just not fair...”
“i'm the first to finally meet a man who finds the faith to fly...”
“...and his regrets and great confusion have already kissed his wings goodbye”
