Unflown Wings

This life is a trek, a rugged climb, The world's harsh rules mark passing time. Hardy souls reach the very end, While frail ones fall, with few to lend a hand. ___ A rocky road, the life we make, A brutal law, this world will take. Only the strong will own their path, The weak fall by, all on their own. ___ Each year, summer turns to fall, Cold winds arise; birds hear the call. They gather round, for a journey far, The weak are left beneath a fading star. ___ When sleepless nights with tears abound, A heavy thought keeps spinning 'round: That we are like birds, taking wing, From earthly life to everything. ___ A leader guides through southern air, A weary flock toward heavens there. Birds sail away on a long quest, Leaving behind those dispossessed. ___ Our spirits yearn for skies to roam, A flock of souls heading closer home. My time has come to bid farewell, they say, But my wings won't rise and fly away.....