Casey Hallas Art

Like the Bird

Like the bird I fall;
Like the Earth I crawl.
Like the sand I am glass;
Like the first I am last.

I am number four

Tell the curtain I am drawn;
Tell the window I can see.
Tell the trees, that I am Quinn,
Tell the darkness I can win.

I am number three

Of the many we are few;
Of the lonely we are two.
It’s a symbol, not a mask;
Of the equal, we are less.

I am number two

She don’t know my poetry;
She don’t know it’s like;
Not like you, you walked in fire,
Not like you, you are mine.

I will wait for you
I will wait for you
I will wait for you
I will wait for you
I will wait for you
I will wait for you
I will wait for you