It’s silent now,
and I know how quiet I’ve been…
reflecting… feeling like I’m,
Wrapped in a blanket of judgment.
I’d tell you a story, but starting here is closer to the ending.
It’s been gory since the beginning. I’ve spared the gritty details and
If I could glean a clean insight to whats keeping the tension tight,
in the air tonight; I just might – take you back to
when it didn’t matter about winning or losing;
To a time when my head wasn’t spun – When fun was simple fun,
before everything stating binding and ever since,
have been unwinding!
But I’m afraid through all your unwinding; the pieces of you
the birds are finding; Once chewed through, are not worth shit for glue –
You’re not a chicken,
Yet the feathers of the flock might stick to you may reveal what’s true;
You’ were meant to fly;
Mans greatest hour comes
when he rises above the external and internal clamor,
faces all the demanding faces, and his own;
and silences all the voices..
Counts the cost and knows there’s only 2 choices -.
Instead of just giving in, stands tall and in the face of adversity.
And when things get grim, remains calm through the storm within
I could tuck my tail and turn, crash and burn, but I’ve learned,
I’m prepared to make every wrong – right!
When I’ve finally cleared the run way I’ll take off! – into flight!
Satisfied to know that all my on-lookers,
never before… held such a sight.