Stellar spirit, fearless flier to high skies, your wings are gifts of freedom,
your florid songs, tug at my heart as much as those plumage,
your elan, though subdued a bit by harsh weather, takes new shoots,
never in disquiet, indomitable, your inner lamp, now burns with camphor light.
I see you fly above the storm clouds, singing anthem of your soul,
spectacular, in clear weather, cheered by your dear ones near,
the hillsides, valleys and dales resound with your dulcet tunes.

I think life is really quite simple
If you think about it the way
I do.

Well, how you do you think about it?

What if we are the birds.

What do you mean?

I mean I've spent my whole life
Envious of birds and their
Ability to fly.

So?

So often I wonder how lovely it would be
To own the sky.

Yeah, I suppose
That'd be nice.

You'd think so right?
But maybe they've spent their whole lives
Thinking 'man I wish I could drive those cars
Or watch those movies
Or go to school.'

You think birds care about
Things like that?

No, I don't think they do,

That's why we should live
Like we're the birds.

This world is so insane
         But you make sense to me

Take a look inside my brain
         And please tell me what you see

     I'm such a lost spirit
Listen close, can't you hear it?
       Don't let it get away
Hurry up and spear it
       Don't waste your whole life
As you sit and fear it

Let's take all our problems
       And shoot them out into space
You know we've all got em
       Some are too hard to face

So let's throw them in the trash
And start the whole thing out from scratch

I want your pain
     Let me take it for you
And in exchange
Take my withered brain
         Teach it to be true

        Give me all you've got
I can take on anything
       But, wait, here's a thought
Why do birds sing?

They're trying
          to teach us
About everything
But we are
        never listening