WiNgs & a PraYer

It was in red I soaked
As I traveled through the twist
And patience was the Capt.
An unforeseen plot twist

Expunging fear with criminal haste
A bad taste in my mouth
To the beat of their dried skin
I continued north to south

Black signs guided every step
Hanging like fruit in a tree
Medicine handed down through time
Faith we would be free

Foreign notes upon the lips
Of people passing by
One must one day choose to walk
Or one will choose to die

I am grateful for Dr. Ozbeck. I am grateful for everyone.

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