Buzzards
Buzzards circling overhead
Signifying somethings dead,
Those words left unsaid
On eggshells we both tread.
Pushing too hard it seems
Loosing sight of our dreams,
Waiting as someone deems
Our group-singles or teams.
Waiting for the final call
To determine it all,
Are we left standing tall
Or separately will we fall?
Signifying somethings dead,
Those words left unsaid
On eggshells we both tread.
Pushing too hard it seems
Loosing sight of our dreams,
Waiting as someone deems
Our group-singles or teams.
Waiting for the final call
To determine it all,
Are we left standing tall
Or separately will we fall?