Redemption and Reflection

Like a bluebird to the billowing heat, Like a fleeing fox's feather-light feet, I have flown to spaces far from my land. And while cloudy skies silently conspire To follow me straight out of fate's hellfire, I'm bleeding just to keep my cards in hand. Like a sharpened sword without a safe sheath, Like a tiger with his terrible teeth, I have severed all ties to my old skin. And I drift with daylight's vagabond dust While the sins of a past life start to rust My soul starves for sorrow, watch it grow thin.