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11 Jun 2006, 10:11 am / Other

A Fragile Life

Proud bird, stand strong
Spread your wings and fly
For those of us who cannot
Fly away far
Before you too are caught
In this web of lies
We have spun for ourselves

Tall tree, bow to no man
Touch the sky with your branches
For those of us who are too small
Touch the heavens
Before your branches are cut
To heat the limbs of these men
Who show you no respect

Innocent child, laugh now
Laugh with all your heart and soul
For those of us who have lost our smiles
Laugh out loud
Before the day comes when you realize
There is nothing in this world
But pain and sorrow

Then proud bird
You will fall in weakness
And your wings shall be clipped
Then tall tree
You will bend to man
And your branches shall be burnt
Then innocent child
You will cry-out in pain
And your voice shall be silenced

Death shall then be your release,
As it is mine.

Caddy




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