O Lonesome Bird,
Fly as you will,
The gushing winds provoke,
The fight and fire within.
The tides may rise,
and the skies may weep,
Your limbs may ache,
As you glide oceans steep.
Your heart may tire,
as courage begins to ebb,
The Resiliant wave of fire,
dwindles into a tiny spark.
All that lies beneath,
becomes a forgotten dream.
O Lonesome Bird,
The ocean is a mere stream.
May you soar up above.
The gushing winds provoke,
The fight and fire within.
