
Life catches us in its web
And keep us there until
Everything has been bled.
Only then are we shed.
And keep us there until
Everything has been bled.
Only then are we shed.
"Life is a jigsaw. The wise select only the pretty pieces." Anonymous.
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Beings born devoid of wings.
To glide across the azure sky
And the desire to fight is wearing thin.
We need a safe harbour wherein to hide
Our strength to recover, hope to revive.

A bird I'd love to be. I'd flee this world, find another
destiny.



Children playing, children praying,
You must be careful what you're saying.
Children listening, their eyes a'glistening,
Why should innocents need a christening?
