Ode To the Ugly Duckling

Oh the ugly duckling soon to be a swan gliding in the the mountinous lake beneath a shimmering dawn in his youth his treatment cruel and all confidence is gone should you stay or fly away when your life seems wrong how could you know , that where you grow and what you learned to sing where you swim and you begin is not what life will bring within the waters mirrors face that you look upon you see a flight with a path and a voice of different song with wings outstreached and beauties grace you lift yourself on high in the thermals up above in harmony with sky searching all the earth below you see a face like yours trembling with each stroke of wing with joy you'll find your course COPYRIGHT © 2010 C Michael Miller via Duboff Law Group LLC