Living freely in this world My vulnerability, feels so lost As it seeks the skies to escape all Perched high away and hiding My heart forsaken For my vulnerability Has left
The little bird has flown
My retreating heart lives behind Many layers of frozen ice The warm waters of my heart Have all frozen over
Come back, come back little bird
A teardrop falls For I see the loss of potential In this frozen pond Where waters should be warm My heart should sing Great rich jungles, it should bring
My pride wounded by this world I stare into my murky depths My standing in this world falling As my legs are taken By the jaws of a giant beast
Far away a bird twitches
My stomach twists and turns Absorbed I am into the belly Of a great giant crocodile I begin to feel my vulnerability In these dangerous warm acidic waters As I merge into a crocodile And high above a bird leaves his perch As the ice layers break With the force of my tail
New eyes see the self importance in people Of this earth, with all their arrogance I will bring you back to earth For I am the last living dinosaur Born from a time when T.rex reigned And even the birds had teeth For I still live in waters Where Piranha's seek to Frenzy on living flesh And I am to be scared of you
I warn all of those who wish to disturb My open and most precious heart That rests in silence over my pond For your flesh will quiver With the sound of my ancient growl And your eyes will panic With the sight of my jaw
A quiet bird flutters closer
Bring your bitterness and all your sourness For I am hungry and love rotten meat And your disregard feeds my fury Circle my pond Where my heart rests softly With rich and green waters Bursting and growing in love For I am not scared to feel
And I will lounge and grab As a tonne of me, slaps itself Bang, ******* this earth For I am here to feel it And not escape it But you will be blind And lost in my depths I will turn you over and Your arrogance will feed me As I grow stronger You will be ripped limb from limb
A little bird comes closer
My heart free from noise A silence nestles in me And all innocence is seen Beautiful souls float freely Butterflies dance and play And my beautiful vulnerability returns in sweet song And rests softly in my jaw
A strange paradox becomes so very clear With a little bird we hold so dear
Trying to answer a questions of how do we remain sensitive but also strong , I just thought i would chuck it up , I think the middle needs more work