What (flies without the wind behind its wings
with only motivation from inside,
but still soars on through silent air and sings
a tune of hope and love and life combined.
It struggles onward, slicing through the sky,
like how through ocean water fish can float,
as if the world around it is a lie
as if around) the (world doesn't gloat
That finally the bird will come to stop
that now the bird's strong soul won't try to last
through any more of nature's thunderous pops
its battered wings no longer hold it fast.
But still the bird flies strong and true and well
as if the world is not going to) hell.