This life is a trek, a rugged climb,

The world's harsh rules mark passing time.

Hardy souls reach the very end,

While frail ones fall, with few to lend a hand.

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A rocky road, the life we make,

A brutal law, this world will take.

Only the strong will own their path,

The weak fall by, all on their own.

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Each year, summer turns to fall,

Cold winds arise; birds hear the call.

They gather round, for a journey far,

The weak are left beneath a fading star.

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When sleepless nights with tears abound,

A heavy thought keeps spinning 'round:

That we are like birds, taking wing,

From earthly life to everything.

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A leader guides through southern air,

A weary flock toward heavens there.

Birds sail away on a long quest,

Leaving behind those dispossessed.

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Our spirits yearn for skies to roam,

A flock of souls heading closer home.

My time has come to bid farewell, they say,

But my wings won't rise and fly away.....