A fragile bird can spread its wings
Despite the cloudy skies
And fly away to better days. It sees with
More than eyes.
Every wish and every hope, is
Mirrored, so it seems
Mottled back in unclear tone, the
Airy shadows of your dreams.
Spring will come, but take a while,
Halted, and unsure.
A meek and mild haunted child
Looking for a cure.
Icarus flew to the sun, his
Mission was too bold
And plummeted into the sea, a
Raging grave too cold.
Many roads we are to pass
And choose, in day or night
Some paths which may seem wrong at first and
Others that are right.
Never will we stop the fight,
Ever, till we are claimed by Death.
Curséd though the thing may seem, he will not
Kill us with his breath.
Hurry, now, for such events
Are drawing ever near
Readiness is all the best
The time to act is here.
