The Birdman a Salute To Iron Mike Tyson
outside his window they hover over
through gallows of granduer to endure
great wisdom comes from above given to him
through temples of fire long lines alone
Tyson was used to providing
learn to take each new day in perspective
never let them leave you second guessing
I must clearly confess
The birdman was a dreamer
a no it all talker falling apart at the seams
a closet king in a world so very mean
destined for soaring heights tonight in flight
there was a lesson to be learned
the birdman goes for a watch
chooses it’s greatest need watch as some may bleed
out of every circumstance learn to take part in the dance
super sized surprise through it’s twisted lines
look deep within my friend
columns of piers we shed a single tear
for all to draw ever nearer
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