The
Bird that flew away.....
The
bird that once sang to me, I loved to hear.
Her
song took me so high and to different places that I never dreamed of
before,
but the storm that follows me, rained down upon the beautiful
bird.
And
so when I needed to hear her song most.
She
flew away........
My soul left empty
with out her song,
and now the rain falls from my own eyes.
I long to hear her
song again, but she no longer wants to return to
sing it.
I have made her sad
with my life, and my heart falls bellowing into pieces upon the thick
ground.
I
hope she is truly happy were ever she fly's to.
I
hope she returns some day, but I really wish that she feels the love and
longing for her morning song that will always
last.
New
dawns come, but with out the bird's morning melody they are not as bright
as they once were....
By: Brady
Smith
8/20/98
