Birds Song of Faith

Where language, and color are different, our blood, our song, the same

Meadow larks, yellow finches, red winged black birds, red tailed hawks, they speak to me

In the valley of forgiveness, in the forest of promise, in the mountains of faith

The song of mother nature, caresses my soul, inspiring an internal magnitude of trust

A spirit of a lost war, where son's and father's die, as winged angels fly, destine to rescue the ghost

Desires become exasperating, as the wind beneath my wings, draws closer, so do the clouds above my head

Enchanted by my journey, as the birds speak to me, I am humble, I am wise, I follow the eagles path to freedom

Where the power of song, fights against this battle, to know the mission of peace, to know the melody of the cardinal

Drums beat to the glory, the flute of native song, a thousand years, to the coming of our fore fathers

As the whippoorwill sings her song, I am rescued, as I embrace your love, a birds song of faith, against the dying  of this stricken cancer