I'm searching for the sound That keeps me bound To find the key To set me free- As the bird flies With fractured wings Flying low High, listen The sound Can't that bird sing?
As we all aim for the last fall What do we recall-- This sound?
A choice of words The sound of what we often heard The key is near And, as of what do we fear?- The bird on the ground The bird knows why As it looks up towards the skies- Lying down- on the mound The sound Can a bird cry?
As we all take our last stall What should we call-- This sound?
I've found the sound That kept me bound I've found the key, finally That sets me free- Above the bird flies high With fractured wings- Listen, low The sound Can't that bird sing!?
As we all ascend to feel tall Remember what we call- This sound
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Posted: Aug 2021
About this poem:
The song pertains to a little bit in everyone. The past, present, and future tense of what we had, what we lost, and regaining the strength to live on; but, also, to remind ourselves to never give up the thought of possibilities. I wrote this one 8-26-2021