I am happy that time flies
Cause then I can think of time as the bird
I watch from my balcony
Stopping by here and there
to say hello
Then taking flight
to remind me he doesn't belong to me
I know we can be friends
when I hear him chirp as I sit inside
As if he's telling me to come sit with him
But he is not a tangible creature
and would take flight once again
If I ever tried to reach for him

In church, that house of salvation.
Makes, you wonder?
Who's the devil?

We hear talk about the demons.
Words on the sinners.
But who's the devil?

Obviously, some leading the flock seems more lost than saved.