They swarmed the sky at morning's high
the space between shook visions knees
as it seemed to be
the gaussian face of many leaves

Over the vacancy of perplexing heat
the birds foreshadowed their own defeat
and the birds flew in to the tunnel and gave
everything they cherished, the alternate behave

With this phenomenon made distinct
the summon of a God, would be the expected link

And when God came through he questioned their race
Why would you give in to a faster pace? Your life is not tamed
by the effects of others, it's the will to live that creates new fathers
and the will to live that everyone bothers.

It's the will to live that everyone bothers.

Of the many birds that chose a devilish fate,
incinerating themselves in the volcano's slate
one stood by with the natural confusion
of the choices to make beyond the group-and

That morning everything had changed, the troubles in
the world causing everything pain
had put a hold into instinct and a shift into reign
The droplets of life escaping the vain

God:
Beyond instinct there are benefits to the mind
make it strong, until it's hard to find
Others cannot see it, hear it or sense it
But those with will, will surely inherit

Those with will, will surely inherit.