Flitting oh so lightly
A bird does sing its song
To anyone who listens,
But none have heard in so long
This bright and sweet tune
That shows a bird's own soul
Dripping with ****** sorrow,
While burning hot like a coal,
Smoldering into gray ash
That covers our minds, now blind,
Making us heavy in thought,
Turning on our own kind.

So as we fly like birds,
Forever discovering old skies,
I hope one day our world
Will depart from the same old lies.