The Foolishness
When will we trust them? After all they have been through, can we trust them now? The mother dove that sat on her eggs in my patio stayed there for weeks and she watched the dangers of the world change with each new day. She never left when we came or when cats threatened either and when it was time she spent the day teaching them how to avoid these dangers , how to fly on there own.
The Foolishness Traveling alone to strange places Has brought suspicions and frowned faces Every doubt scribed like wrinkles on their cheeks Family doesn’t like me traveling alone for weeks Oh too young, too immature and influenced too easily Or too adventurous, runs away from opportunity Life has been too hard on her to handle the alone It’s too soon to have her traveling on her own So many precautions they set for me How to walk, with whom to talk my every buddy No one wants to recognize the person here Everyone shuns my growth and few are aware So much of what has past has made me tougher inside Shown me a steady path and from what dangers to hide
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