Above the tree lies a bird
With broken feathers and a story untold.
Flightless, it is caged in its wings
In hostility desolated grim
under the fraternity sky
A tree too small for its feet
wilting in bones naked in ashes
slowly its roots begin to bite on the skin
trapped too small die it begins
In daylight it sings
the song we all love to sing
In darkness through silence
you will hear it coming.
Feb 11, 2015
Feb 11, 2015 at 2:08 AM UTC
Above the tree lies a bird
With broken feathers and a story untold.
Flightless, it is caged in its wings
In hostility desolated grim
under the fraternity sky
A tree too small for its feet
wilting in bones naked in ashes
slowly its roots begin to bite on the skin
trapped too small die it begins
In daylight it sings
the song we all love to sing
In darkness through silence
you will hear it coming.
