She soars like a bird
In the midnight sky, carrying signs
Of Inventible failure, the one you'd
Read about in tomorrow's paper
She's free but her wings
Somehow keep getting broken
So soon, she would not be able
To fly past the dark
That's what happens to people
When they start losing faith in
Themselves
That's what happens to people
Who make light out of everything
But their horoscopes
She soars like a bird
With the eastern wind, saluting friends
That abandoned her, the ones you'd
See around their truck-trailers
She breathes in the air,
Though it only makes her choke
So soon, she would not be able
To get through it all
Best to take heed,I always say.You never know whats around the bend. Nice write.