Song of the Sparrow
Choose your weapon,
I've chosen mine,
Grasp it tightly,
For it may save your life,
I fight with instinct,
Not with skill,
A swish of my blade,
And I'm lost within,
I’m said to have grace,
But it's hard to say within this chase,
This battle won't take long,
For every sparrow sings it's song,
Things become so clear,
As your time comes near,
You begin to sing your sad song,
And I hate to say,
I knew it all along.
Karla Hernandez
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