BIRD OF TRUTH

I lay myself on withered grass
I bled into the weeds
I begged as black things scuttled by
That I might find some peace

I wept my way through many years
I wished that I could die
But the cold grey moon
It answered not, it left me there to cry

Twas there the bird of truth flew by
And led me by the hand
He told me I must follow him
Towards a better land

He led me to the cliffs of doom
The bird did bid me fly
He told me that the choice was mine
I could live or I could die

I had no wings to carry me
No courage for a cloak
I had no faith to cling to
No love, no friend, no hope