To Be With You
The world warm and soft,
I’m here with brothers three.
Mother is watching from aloft
Playing our games, suddenly I’m free!
I’m learning to fly for sure,
I hear mother screeching with love.
I have entered the great azure,
Why is mother so far above?
The world cold and hard,
Not nearly how I’d thought
Suddenly I feel a shard-
My blood runs thick and hot.
I’ve learned not how to fly,
But rather how to die.
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