This is my newest deviation....i like it alot.... tell me if you like it as well. Thank you.


So what then little one?
When the earth is cold and crumbling beneath our feet,
Will we be able to spread our wings?
Will we fly?
Or will we fall from grace?

So what then I say again.
When my heart stops beating and my blood has run dry,
Will you cry for me?
Will you grieve?
Or will you laugh in the memory of me?

And yet again I say, What then?
When there is no one left,
Will you finally see whats in front or you?
Will you see me?
Will you love me?
Or will you through me to the dogs?

So what then little bird?
So what then?

Will we fly and make our home anew in the sky?
Will you grieve when I am lost and dying?
Will you love me when times are troubled?

The world is unsure of there things. So many possibilities, Some good, some bad, but never the same. So I ask you this dear friend,

What then?