Eyes on the Sparrow

Small white and black, common sparrow
my song, still sweetly singing
I fly
a penny merchant am I?
Looking into the crystal clear sky
develop my voice
for surrendering my will
my plans
my life
with this man
excitement embedded in my heart
(from the very start)
but I didn't know then
what would entail my journey
my life,
a weird winding path, filled with thorns and all uphill
only resting every once in a while
when I stop, look into the crystal clear sky
and let my breath breathe out praise
in a sound that's a song
catch my bearings
and keep climbing once more.
And what's at the top?
No bucket and mop, I can assure you Cobain
but about the birds.....