Black tar on my feathers,
I am bound and cannot fly,
The warm breeze is blowing,
As I look up into the sky.
My feet are tired and sore,
As I wobble round and round,
This tar gets too heavy,
I face plant to the ground.
Death is coming near,
I can feel it in my bones,
It is my greatest fear,
For me to die all alone.
Then, I have a perception,
This seems all surreal,
A nice man spots my suffering,
I don’t know how to feel.
He lifts me up for a cuddle,
His hands are firm and strong,
With his gentle voice,
He asks me what went wrong.
I can’t muster up an answer,
But that is all okay,
He tells me my own story,
Of how I got this way.
He shares of how I could,
Rise and fly up high,
I believe all he says,
Suddenly, my wings are clean and dry.
I will never forget my savior,
The one who found me this day,
I now fly forever forgiven,
For I have been remade.