THE SAND IS GOLD, not dirt......

the artificial offices say
I am from the poor streets
walking on poor bird feet

I say I am rich and golden
from the gold highway
along the gold river
running blue and crisp
I fly high, and never shiver

I fly high in the sky
like a bird
where there is no weakness
cities and towns under me
are a man made meekness
only god knows 'How.'

THE WILD IS NEVER THE PROBLEM
ONLY IN THE SKY LIES STARDOM
NO PARDON

persons are like fish in a can
only god can lead a kingdom
from up above, did you know?
God above creates your snow

tell me I am a mere wandering bird
I am made of rich blue and gold feathers
I can handle any word....
I slice through the weather
like a crisply spoken spoken word
I am the gold bird

THE WILD CHILD IS NEVER THE PROBLEM
ONLY THE SKY KNOWS STARDOM
for you...NO PARDON.

I am in fact from the dirty streets
dirty with glittered gold dusted roads
from the side of the river-old
by the holy blue,running-rolling rivers....