Safe Ground
In my darkest hour
Reaching for the light
Wounded little bird
You caught me in mid flight
Thought I'd found a shelter
Midst life's stormy seas
But instead a place of dread
And once again I flee
To safer ground below me
I am standing on the earth
Others may demean me
But I know my true worth
This little bird has wings
The world can't hold her down
I think I'll skip another trip
Down the road to crazy town.
poem by Lynne FincherSpringarden
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