As the sun arose today
I sat upon the grass
The grass so green.

The breeze blew so gentle
I looked up in the sky
The sky so blue

There was an odd bird
Backwards he flew
Flew from whence he came.

For a moment I watched
I watched in dismay
As backward he flew.

From the old bird
An answer I pleaded
Tell me tell me please

Why is it backward you fly?
How will you ever get where you going?
If backward you fly.

Rain showers falling from the sky.
Created from the tears he cried.
Out of breathe he bravely answered.

Down there upon the ground
Trees and rocks bruise your path
And refuse your sight for tomorrow.

But, it is up here so high
So high above the world so cold
That I can see all that is about to be.

Again I asked the old bird
So, why is it backward you fly?
What has you so afraid of tomorrow?

He squawked, I have seen from where you came.
And I have seen where you are.
Yet it is what is ahead that frightens me.

The sun that comes,
Comes from the darkest corners.
Now is covered, covered in blood.

As backward from sight he flew.
His wings pleaded with the wind.
Take me back, back to the happiness I knew.

As I sat upon the grass.
The grass so green.
All was…….