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Seven birds dancing on a wire,
In the gleam of day.
The eldest girl is struck by plague,
She will never be the same.
Seven birds soaking in the rain,
And all hope is lost.
The youngest girl sends her love,
But at what cost?
Seven birds leaving their nest,
A storm rages ahead.
The middle girl abandons the eldest,
And indulges in herself instead.
Six birds preparing for take off,
To fly away for good.
The youngest is plagued with grief,
She dries her tears on the oak wood.
The eldest girl still lives,
She is confused and does not know a thing.
The youngest girl weeps,
Her mind is plagued with memories of the eldest,
As she sings.
But as the eldest seeps,
Through the sorrows of her mind,
And as her mind abandons,
The memories she has left behind,
One must wonder,
Is she really alive?
Five birds almost ready for their depart,
Apart from the eldest girl,
Who will not survive their brand new start.
The youngest girl is haunted,
By the weeps and moans of the eldest girl.
It is truly heartbreaking,
To experience such a world.
Not to know,
Who is who.
Or what to do,
Or where to go.
Or even who you are,
Anymore.
The eldest boy argues with the middle,
As a father and son do.
The middle boy is wicked,
In the eyes of the eldest girl.
Of course, it was never true,
The middle boy was never wicked,
Or cruel.
He was kind and caring to the littles,
But he has no other tools.
Day and night was torture,
For the youngest girl.
She was forced to forger,
Her feelings to care for the eldest.
There was a mother in the youngest girl,
Who sacrificed herself for love.
There was a coward in the middle girl,
Who fled up above.
The middle girl was the wicked one,
Who did not care about anyone.
The mother of the youngest girl,
The mother bird,
Spreads her wings and waits,
For the youngest girl's warm embrace.
The mother bird is strong,
She knows right from wrong.
She takes the youngest girl,
And sings a sweet song.
The youngest girl now knows,
There is always someone there.
Through her sweet song,
The mother bird shows,
How she will fight for the youngest girl,
And stand for what is right.
And all along,
All she needed,
Was a simple song.
One little bird,
The youngest girl.
Who still feels trapped,
By the world.
Grief has consumed her,
Woe and sorrow to.
She sits on a wire wondering,
"What am I left to do?"
Is there a reason to live,
Through all this pain again and again?
Search high and low,
Search left and right.
No matter how much woe,
The most precious gift,
Is the gift of life.
There is one reason to end it all,
There are a million reasons to not.
The rain is a reason.
The wind is a reason.
The stars and the moon are a reason.
The bright green grass,
The warm gleaming sunset,
The roar of thunder,
The flash of lightning,
The mother bird,
The eldest girl,
They are the reasons.
One little bird,
Climbs down from the wire.
She heads to the nest,
To retire.
The sun emerges from grey clouds,
Which once infected the sky with grey.
The sun shines in the morning sky,
And washes the woe away.
