by Nicolas Verhoeven

Created on: November 19, 2008

Raise yourself, raise yourself common lyric bird.

Raise yourself high, higher to nature's perfect standard.

There lies a beauty never lost, tied in history, bound by nature, comparable to simplistic awe within complexity of the human creationing.

The commonality of your birdlike existence, written in one wisp of emotional, socially standardized manner brings about a beginning to a little tale, a tiny tale.

A tale where the bird is only an introduction, a start, nothing more.

A tale where you are perceived for what you are to the independent eye.

Where you dear lyric, are held in greater esteem than the Seven Wonders of the Earth.

Your creation, your unintelligent, shallow power dazes the most influential beasts of this world.

I bid you raise yourself, raise yourself blossoming lyric.

Raise yourself high from the internal depths of the human physique.

Captivate, render innocent, cleanse, realize the revelry of rise and fall with every sway of you,

Yes, you lyric.

Raise yourself in recognition of your source: Human: Woman: Irreplaceable on many fronts.

Fill the lungs of the physical and rise a thing of emotion, of true power, of self-actualization and of natural purity.

A lesser God of our world, I bid you come forth

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