Someday you will wake

You will grow

You will take

All of life’s, confusing winds 

And carry them upon

Your

Silver,… wings

Oh let the rustle

Let the bustle

Let, the frustration, of

A kind life

Streak upon grays skies

Of moss and elms bark

Someday you will wake

And grow

And take

All of life’s risk

And mistakes

Someday

You will let the rustle

The the fragments of life’s

Ohh.. life’s…