Blackbird

The flag burn out

in the fire dancing have fur

prolonging anguish in that scene was me

Flooded smoke  inside out

and I was trying to see him

Blackbird starts to sing quite

Despondent breathing hard through his lungs

Calling help save me  from suffering

And nevertheless his spirit still around

Brightening paths with his memoirs where giving up

Was not an option, flying free was always more

Flew he did 'til futile was, not leaving the beauty

Sang, sang... No despair appearing... Peaceful being

No matter how tired he got