Keeper Of The Flame
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 Barbed Wire World
Barbed Wire World

Old crow sittin' on a barbed wire fence, bedraggled, someone ought to rescue him
No one needs a reason, it doesn't have to fit your schedule, just do it on a whim
If he were you, if he were I, and cars kept passing by, how low would we feel?
We all can lift people up, no need to leave them crushed beneath life's wheel....



"All creatures great and small" is just an empty phrase, it has no gravitas at all
It isn't a call to arms, it isn't even a battle cry, only a hollow meaningless drawl
Old crow on a barbed wire fence, miserable, frigid day, wind is viciously at play
I approach him slowly, he flutters a bit, into my hands he comes, his salvation day....



I truly think I care for him as much as anyone I have ever spent time around
He curls into my hands, hoping for warmth, in pain, he doesn't make a sound
If helping him only lifted me above the ordinary, but it doesn't, and I shall not ask
Saving him is merely exercising humanity, it is not a bother, it is not a task....



The old crow contains the universe within him, tho' I cannot explain what I mean
It may be a crazy idea of mine, or something profound, or something between
Although I will gently pass it along to anyone that will listen on this old earth
I have felt this way, it seems forever, maybe going back to the time of my birth....
Old crow sitting on a barbed wire fence....he's gonna make it....for what it's worth.....


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