Though you clip my wings
and tie me to a string
to stop me
Watch me fly
Throw me in your cage
Lock me up for days
to block me
Watch me fly
My
feathers grow
Your strings will rot
I'll be out of your cage
when opportunity knocks
Let me spread my flapping wings
Then try to catch me
Watch me fly
May take some time
for me to rise
but surely...
Watch me fly
The mountains you made
will slowly fade
below me
as i rise.
I was not so strong
You used me then,
I waited long
I renewed my strength
And soon
Nothing you use
can still attach me
Just watch me
I am breaking off everything that clings to me
I am shaking off anything you bring to me
And as soon as I take off these ties
I will fly
I will…fly…
Higher than you thought I could get
You will witness as I rise
Destined to get there fast at last
a master of my own skies
So though you clip my wings
and tie me to your strings
to stop me
Watch me fly
Throw me in your cage
Lock me up for days
to block me
Watch me fly…
My
feathers grow
Your strings will rot
I will be out of your cage
not coming back
Let me spread these flapping wings
Then try to catch me
Just watch me
Because I'm
FREE from your cages
FREE from your strings
I found healing
for these wounded wings
You tried so many things
Now
Watch me fly!
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Copyright Ó 2007
Roland Watson-Grant
(Theravada Buddhist
INSPIRED BY THE FIGHTING PEACOCK.
DEDICATED TO THE UNBREAKABLE SPIRIT OF THE PEOPLE OF
NEVER GIVE UP!
2 comments:
Very inspirational ...words have the power to heal. So here's to hope, help and most of all love for the people of Burma.
Thank you. Word power is sadly very underrated. Power to the poet! Power to the people of Burma
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