The grime of time
Worth every dime
Of experience
O' what price?
At what expense?
For a time now
I have been on the fence
But now I will
Break the ice
With some advice
For young birds
With baby feathers
In fledgling herds
That lack wisdom's tethers
Of what I've learnt
Now I will give
The wuthering winds
Like legends live
And before you soar
To take that flight
Make familiar
With wind's might
And in the reaches
Of your glide
Mark your niches
On every hillside
Before you're pinned
For this is where
You’ll catch your wind
And over oceans
As you fly
Ain’t no islands
In the sky
Mark your course
Before of course
And understand
Your need to land
What you lose
Lays buried
In victory’s blues
All that pain
Will come to question
Your case of gain
And only way
Will peace remain
If victor’s hood
Has common good
You may win
And sometimes fail
At times stronger
And sometimes weaker
And for the ones
Who now are younger
You will shine
Like a beacon
As broken feathers
From every rise
Will telltale
To prioritize
On how to keep
That wind
On your tail