Frank J. Sobolewski - Baptism by fire lyrics

His squeal, like a pig in heat praising God for he believed He sat, 2 years old And he looked at the lord Drew an angels breath Swatted a toy A bird that could not fly meant for another mans eye Gramp's died Colorado bound plane Isle seat In the pocket in front Was a small toy ostrich Pushed it deep into my pocket I couldn't say why When I got home A sickness ensued Head pounding Filled up the sink With pink cottage cheese chunks And I withered in pain He died, it came Between the window pane It was white like a ghost Didn't appear on french toast It was like laser etching About 3 inches tall The body the same Every single feather the plumage was an replica the bird found on the plane major difference was the tail it was was composed of many fine intermingling lines Best seen by brightest daylight a work no artist and no man could claim I thought it was condensation that this bird symbol would just fade away But it remained The next day was Good Friday And I gave the unseen