like fearful birds we stay trapped
inside this small constricting barricade
hiding from whats in the world
as we continue to wither and fade
our numbers are constantly falling
while we are horrifically devoured
always under attack from everything, always
humanity plagues this world and leaves us so underpowered
I was deceived by this false sense of peace
along with the destruction of my walls
hoping my dismal fates will turn around
understand that
in this cruel disgusting world
doing nothing is a sin
so unless you stand up and fight
you can never hope to win
the window is left shattered now
our withered bodies try to shout
running away from this life we cant bring ourselves to devout
we scream for the things we can't live without

This is not what is best for us.

every day
every hour
we need to turn the pain into power
us fearful birds can not continue to be too scared of flying too high and losing our feathers