Not a Fish is Not a Bird

when we first crawled from the sea
and looked towards the mountains
all our dreams were there
among the clouds.

we wanted wings
but grew these legs;
wanted to fly but walked
away from the cradle of the sea
towards a sky that seemed
always out of reach.

not a fish
is not a bird.

our friends were swimming
while our feet grew sore.
when our dreams were frozen
the sea was still warm.
we just moved our feet
and broke the ice;
walked through pain
towards paradise.

not a fish
is not a bird:
we have fur, not feathers
but that's alright.

i love the way you walk,
the way you want to fly.
i love how you refuse
to drift inside the tide.
not a fish is not a bird,
but that's alright.
you and i sleep here
between the cradle and the sky
we have feet, not wings to move us;
fur, not feathers to keep us warm at night.