Like a bird, caught inside of its nest,
Struggling to break free, but all that happens is a puff of the chest,
Rain comes, pours an overwhelming amount of cool breath upon you, until you just can't take it anymore,
its when the head is down, so close to defeat, that the heart finds strength, and continues to beat,
Though your foot is caught, and it will be a hell of a struggle,
Onward, with great intentions, you attack the ****** trap with passion,
It *****, the fight through the wounds hurt, but the end result is flight, freedom, and the ability to roll around in all that dirt.
-E.M