This is Sparrows song

Stumbling up the fire strewn paths of hell the woman came.
And now she was so near the top, she'd almost won the game.
For years she had endured mixed feelings, torment, fright and rage.
She felt she was an empty shell, a yard bird in it's cage.
Through all of these emotions strength and courage did abound.
And love would see that both her feet we're firmly on the ground.
So now that she is at the top and looking at the sky.
She spreads her wings and catches wind.
SPARROW KNOWS THAT SHE CAN FLY

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This poem was written for me
by my brother in Spirit,
~ Cliff ~�
Whirlwind Dancer

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How do you thank someone
not only for taking the time
to get to know you,�
asking nothing in return;�
but for taking what they have learned
about you and giving it back
in words that touch your spirit
and move your soul?

No words will truly suffice,
so from deep within,
I offer a simple and humble
THANK YOU!

With love,
Weeping Sparrow

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