OH  BIRD  UPON HIGH YOUR SILENCE SPEAKS
VOLUMES N A WORLD OF USELESS SCREAMS
I TRY TO ESCAPE THE NOISE COMBINED
AND DRIFT A LAND OF OLDEST DREAMS

I ADORE THE NIGHTS WHERE ALL IS QUIET
TO GIVE MY OVER WORKED MIND A REST
I'M WAY PASSED THE CONSTANT OITCH OF ALL
YOUR SILENCE HOW IT WORKS MY MIND THE BEST

REASON I SUPPOSE I SPENT MUCH TIME ALL ALONE
BY CHOICE NOT BY WORLD LIKE THIS DAYS NEED
WE ALL COULD HAVE SURVIVED BETTER LONG AGO
WITHOUT TODAYS ALWAYS ONGOING CONSTANT GREED

I LONG AGAIN TO SLEEP AS A CHILD OF NATURE
FAR AWAY FROM ALL ACTIVITY OF THE HUMAN RACE
WHERE ONLY YOU DO FLY SO SILENTLY HIGH
AND PEACE OF MIND TO THUS EMBRACE

terrence michael sutton
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