A solitary bird does sing its song to be heard
Above the cacophony of others
Its song is the only song
The one all others should sing along to
Moving from perch to perch
A different audience it attempts to convert

Sing my song for you will prosper
With the dulcet tones I create for you to replicate
Nothing will stop this beautiful melody
A flying march upon those inferior drones

Leaving the nest in search of home
Swapping warmth for self-worth
They must hear me sing, my song is all
All they must hear, for it is truth
A simple beautiful truth

Those who deny my song
Resign them to the winds
Let them fall from their flight up high
To hit the ground and silence their malevolent grins