You sit in a field, filled with secrets, with your head hung down,
And sparkling blue eyes closed,
Feeling the wind against your neck,
With it tangling in your hair,
Reaching for the falling day,
Lips slightly parted,
And wings folded in,
With feather packed securely,
A tear drops out of your glassy eyes,
As you open them to see,
A million stars shining,
Distant calls in the back of your mind,
And you find yourself whispering life to a broken leaf,
For at least you have one thing in common,
And you sit there for what seems like forever,
And the rain starts pouring,
You throw you head up to the sky and close your eyes again,
To let the rain wash through you,
Drench you with its bitterness,
To the right the dawn breaks,
Breaks into a million colors,
And the rain seems to lighten up and make the world a blaze in its ocular blur,
You run your hand though your hair and it quickly changes to a bluish curtain,
Across your gloomy face,
You stare and stare at a butterfly flying and think of your freedom too,
Of your mistakes and dreams to change it all,
For you could start again and try to fix,
Fix the frightful things you’ve done,
So you call your angels and singing shadows,
Taking to the air with a blinding speed,
Racing to the sun’s glare and almost smile,
Your third life begins and it won’t be your last,
So your field of secrets will wait,
Wait for your return.
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