-There is this thing up
In the deep, of the sky
Persistently it passes by –
Optimists claim
Forever it shall return…
But I, I wonder; How long can it continue to burn?
When I was so very young
Not a true worry, did I know
For of nowhere did I have need to go –
Then came along Maturity
Leaving me discontent anywhere to stay…
And always wanting, for a far better way.
The burning in my soul
Took my youth, yet keeps coming back
Trying to enlighten the trust I so lack –
Dispair attempts to snuff it all out
While I hope to be strong…
And Truth come to discover…before I am entirely gone.
There- way up there- is a bird in the sky
Freely flying, so very high
Does he look up at the sun, Does he wonder if it will ever be done –
Or does he simply reach out in faith to touch the heat
Understanding one must risk the burn…
If one wants to feel life’s eternal heart beat?
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