The Death Of A Mockingbird

Just like a free undying spirited bird she flew,
To a land unknown.
She never lived with regrets,
She had an undying cheer all around.
Dare if anyone forgets,
The smile she bore with her.
The aura she held with her.
"Do not live with regrets" she said.
"Look at me you fools and learn" she claimed.
Never did she fell down or she blamed.

But soon she grew up.
Her flight wasn't as exciting anymore.
Her fight against the wind wasn't appealing anymore.
Her talons wore out.
Her beak was tired of telling folklores.
She gave up to scream,
She gave up to shout.

Came situation when she wanted to fly again.
To all those whom she left behind.
Some were already calling her.
Some SHE had to find.

She tried to fly but she couldn't.
She tried to run but she couldn't.
She was desperate,but she already flew.
To the land she already knew.

She wanted to comfort the restless friend she made.
She wanted to lie beside the person she wanted to be with.
She wanted to see the morning with someone.
And close her eyes to the dusk with someone.

But no, her wings wore out.
She couldn't go back to where she started.
She couldn't comfort her waiting lover.
She couldn't be there when he needed.
She couldn't get back to her crying sister,
Who always was there when she needed.
May whatever 
That preceded,
Or was later proceeded.
May she was a mockingbird.
Who was not killed,
But died day by day,
As her fate gave up.
This was the death of a Mockingbird.