A Robin's Sound
A Robin’s Sounds
On, this bench I sat, wishing my situation was not
Everything seems wrong, within my path
I need a turnaround!, I need a turnaround!
Surrounded by trees, and an orange sun
Looking for answers before I move on
Lonely I sat, with a hurting heart
Silently weeping, as people go by
Between the leaves, I heard a wonderful sound
It was a robin, singing her melodies
I creeped to the spot, where, she was singing majestically
She saw me and wanted to get free
No, no, I am only here, to listen quietly
She flew high, not trusting me
Now, lonely I was, and lonely again
Wishing I could stay in that robbins's suspense
She lifted me to a place of tranquility
My mind was free, momentarily
Rapped, in the sounds, of the robin’s beauty
I trusted her sound, to rest my miseries
Back to reality, that brought me to this, bench
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