Tuesday, June 30, 2009


by Joseph

They were the first ones
Who knew you, who loved
Who misunderstood you,
Who caused you pain

They wanted something
of you that you could
never be
To be what they wanted
Would mean you would
Never be free

It no longer matters
Who was wrong, who
was right
They will hold their
As you hold yours
Such a silly fight

But when the bird
leaves the nest
She never returns home
She builds a new life

A bright family she
will create
A sparkling set of dreams
For once free, she never
looks back
Which is why - oh, so
clearly -
She was given wings!

Photo: flickr (SuziJane)

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