And With Wings To Fly
Cry, cry upon the night, for tense is the day.
The sullen sky exists, as if no other.
The blackbird eyes all those, who dare walk the streets.
This world of man turns, oblivious and still.
For a moment I see, through the eyes of birds.
That I might see the truth, and with wings to fly!
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