If you can't live with the thought of dying
Then don't drop when the bottle shatters
On the steps of the dream that matters
Listen closely if you dare to wonder
I'm the Robin in the nest
With needles slipping through my heart
And so I bleed, but this is art
I'm here to love like no one yet has
I'm here to cherish the purple flowers
That squeeze through the cracks in the pavement
And the thorns that bite impatient hands
I'm glad for the silver drum of the winter
And the sharp golden tang of...