Echoing through those electronic hills,
fancy gadgets providing mental thrills,
he seeks out a soul he's never before heard,
not one single sound, not one single word,

the mind was stretching out to find a clue,
of what should be expected, a sound so true,
when it finally broke through after a quiet ring,
the ear were astonished to hear angels sing,

a child-like whisper stirred visions of light,
leave the head spinning, the beam so bright,
The Voice that was heard was joy in his mind,
charging particles of dew drops, ties that bind,

never envisioned, no never expected,
scattering thoughts that need be collected,
knowing not where the next step would go,
The Voice speaking out, the words softly flow

Birdman - 3/10