The songbird out side the window,
trickling out notes of music.
Sang that confidence was her falsehood.
Though she flew above the others
looking down from the illuminating sky.
Her head cocked as if confused,
as she lets out another song.
She finds speech with out words.
As it poured into the ears of those down below,
sounds bounced off broken hearts and friendships.
Hidden arrogance began to echo,
collecting a harmony of tensions.
The songbird wanted all to hear her,
her flight never ending.
No matter what pleading passed,
the songbird’s melody played on.
Out of breath the lengthy flight left the bird to be.
Her voice has cracked like the birch
leaving her shattered, and detached.
Tired as she maybe,
when shes flying shes at peace.
Does the bird not know she caused her isolation?
Do sing song bird,
Are these false hoods as well?