Birds would fly out
Of their lives
Out from the fields
Of anxious eyes
All for the fear
The day will bring
If not for fear
Not one would sing
The water clear
There is no out
God given faith
Succumbs to doubt
Upon their own
The birds will eat
All for their fear
Now that is meat
Hell or high water
The given god
Would not forsake
The one she knows
Of given name
But forward feet
Will sometimes fall
Not pushed by one
But pushed by all
She is not her
Nor the same as one
She bares the weight
Of the given sum
She walks out to
The bridge of Bird's
A victim of
That fatal curse
Hell or high water