Waiting for the rain
Expecting to fly
For new life to emerge
An old life must die
Suspending my feet
Over rocks and the ledge
Preparing to jump
Or be pushed from the edge
There's a death in my heart
And this I must embrace
By the spark of a fire
That will lighten my face
From the pain of escape
When the bandage is torn
To the press of the prison
On the soul that is worn
With one leap to the sky
Being landed or broken
On the hill of the lion
In the desert forsaken
Preparation to fly
While expecting to rain
For the death I must die
To know birthing again.
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