Grief is but a bird that soars
A cloudy day when it descends
And brings with it the pain again.

And once its gone for a brief time
The soul will mend and heal
Which touches us with what we really feel

The bird returns again to prey
To lay upon our heaving breast
Emotions stir and dishevel rest

And pain rears its ugly head once more
The bird watches us, lands in our life
Reopens the wound like a searing knife

Will this bird disappear?
Will it ever pass by here?

Or will it ever remind us that 
When our life has ebbed to sea
It flies again.
And again will be.