Blackbird

Blackbird perched atop the wall,
With the broken wing and hopeless eye,
Wondering whether to fall
Or continue dreaming of the sky.

Flight was but a fantasy--
Wind beneath its wings a long lost hope.
The bird could never feel free,
And with that knowledge it had to cope.

With rough, cold stone beneath it
And naught but an ashen world to view.
Scenery so dimly lit
That life no longer held shade or hue.

"Dwell in unending shadow,"
Seemed God's decree for the lovely bird.
"Never feel sunlight's warm glow."
Such was the fate it had to endure.

Years dragged by, each day the same,
Till life seemed but a meaningless blur.
Then in a single moment she came.
From where, the blackbird could not be sure.

Yet there she was, flying by,
A radiant red songbird, singing loud,
Melodies as it soared high,
Gliding away towards a distant cloud.

Panicking, the blackbird dove,
The delicious cold air rushing past.
No cares, below or above,
Only simple joy for change at last.