I live in a place of stifling despair,
Where joy and harmony is becoming rare.
This place is riddled with war and crime,
And I’m struggling to find the upward climb.

One day I set out for an evening walk,
And in the blackened sky, I spied a hawk.
I followed it as it circled down,
Beyond a hill with a greenish crown.
I’d never seen that ridge before,
Or beyond it where now the hawk did soar.
I decided upon that very spot,
That whatever I did and whatever I got.
I’d follow that bird until I dropped,
So I walked and walked ‘til the mountain I topped

I peeked over the edge and saw below,
A rapid river with a powerful flow.
I was just about to turn around,
When suddenly my feet just left the ground.
I felt myself falling through the air,
‘Til I hit the flowing river there.
The hawk that had pushed me flew ahead,
And when I came on land, all despair had fled.
The land was lush and green and good,
I drank of the joy; as much as I could.
I now had found a better way,
And forever on, this is where I’d stay.