'I found a bird, who forgot how to fly
Stopped dead in the road, and that's where she lay
Stolen from sky, and kissing the mud
That she shares with me...
Sailing adrift, and island I spy
And catching the gust
I ran her aground
Elated I fell, and kissed the dry land
And I saw a still bird
Asleep in the sand
And catching my breath, I held out my hand
As the first drop of rain landed and splashed
And I watched as my ship was taken from me
To spend a thousand days
Alone out at sea...'
- Gideon's Press