Bird of Hope

Crawling through the dirt trying to get back to my perch, where I once sang so free and acted happily in the sunshine of my life things were really going well. A fall from broken wings, I fell into the dust, choking there at first waiting for your help. But wait was all I did whilst no assistance came my way. For months I struggled on, surviving day to day, too proud to beg and borrow I scavenged like a dog. But soon I found the strength to crawl out from the gutter. I fought for life, to thrive, avoiding vices in my way and built a ladder to help me from the pit I'd fallen in. Now I'm back upon a higher perch than I've ever roosted on. I'm now singing of success, not striving to get by and feeling so much stronger for my time down in the dumps. But for those I met, still there, I save a little prayer.