The Flightless Bird

Like a wingless bat, an eagle without feathers,

Looked down upon, scorned, stepped on, tethered.

But there's a light that glows brighter than the naked eye can behold,

The light that comes from within, reflecting like gold.

The bird looks up at the sky, maybe a penguin, no matter.

All I can: the seeds of knowledge, I scatter-scatter-scatter.....

To prevent such glowing souls from losing their sheen,

No more gold to silver to brass to bronze.....you know what I mean.

Yes. I speak to those porcelain hearts that have cracked,

Emotions and bruises, blow after blow, constantly attacked.

But fear no more, the grass is greener up there.

Just look up at the sky, find hope in a world of no care.