Just like a bird
I sit up high
With the same will-
A will to fly
Yet I don't wish
For feathered wings
I have no time
For hopeless things
I start to climb
Much higher still
There is a want
I must fulfil
Ground tilts towards me
Sky - away
I close my eyes
As if to pray
An yet no prayer
Will be heard
Instead I utter
Just one word
And as I tumble
From the tree
I am a prisoner of death
Released and free.
Quote is from the song 'Hold on till May' by Pierce the Veil
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