Falling....
FALLING....
Many times I wonder, many times I think
What if weren't people but rather birds of green
What would really happen when hurt comes into play
Would we burn our feathers and turn in birds of gray?
From being green and proud
From being free in flight
From singing songs of happy
Would drop with all its might
And distance to the ground seems long and full of pain
That's when the feathers burning and turn birds into gray
If we had only known the dangers of this life
Predictions of the future, all obstacles of flight
The sun that's burning feathers
The wind that throws off course
The rocks that people throw
Don't ever feel or show a sign of some remorse
A long drop to the ground the bird is taking now
With no hopes for happiness, no hopes for life
The trees, the sun, the people are now all in gray
But wait ...The bird of purple meets you in dismay
And you begin to wonder just maybe for a day
You can try the purple and put the gray away
The purple bird is singing and cheering you on
It shows rainbow colors and tells you to move on
Forget the pains, the burning
Forget the color gray
Forget and start forgiving
And let the colors stay...
When moving through the motions of grayness in our lives
Try to look for purple bird that might be out of sight
Just keep the heart wide open
And let the colors in
Remember life's true formula --
The beauty is within.....
Copyright © Jane Bartashnik | Year Posted 2010
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