The Song Stealer Poem by D Loveday Morris

I was born to sing and it is true; at least that's what I thought until I met you.
You took my songs, you stole my words.
You took my songs and gave them to some other bird.
Now what is a bird without its wings?
With both wings broken and no song to sing;
You left me for death and for crows ravishing.
Tell me what is a bird without its wings?

Yet you forgot that I could walk,
Though I couldn't sing
I still had life and freedom of will.
Yes the trees were now too tall for me.
And I could now appreciate the beautiful life of the lowly.
It was not too bad down here at all.
I didn't realize just how much I was missing while flying above it all

You took my songs and thought I would die
You took my songs to faraway place in the sky
You broke my wings and left me to die
Yet when you thought you were denying me
You opened avenues of opportunity
Now my wings have gotten stronger
How much more powerful it is to be a writer

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