If I am broken into scattered parts
I would never give up watching those parts
I would never give up trying to put them all together
Yes, a lot of people and events have been compelling me to unload my abiding values, so that I can float to the surface
But this will scratch the paintings of my childhood, and the dreams I had for the growing bird
The bird that has been flying and enduring hard-hitting storms, just to let me know it is possible
The bird that flaps its wings to send me some air, so that my chest can survive the heat of pain
And burns its feathers when my soul is cold
The bird that offers me tears when I am thirsty, and laughs to throw some hopeful waves along the way
The bird that understands me for who I am, and believes in the imperative happy ending
