Seagull

My eyes are sore My body weak My throat is dry I cannot speak My words are dead Falling like feathers to the floor Falling like feathers to the floor You gave me things I'd never seen You made my life A waking dream But we are dead Falling like ashes to the floor Falling like ashes to the floor Definitions confine thoughts, they are a myth Words are clumsy, language doesn't fit But we know there's no limit to a thought We know there's no limits Now it's your turn To see me rise You burned your wings But watch me fly Above your head Looking down, I see you far below Looking up, you see my spirit glow