Sparrow's Song

All rights are left. Love be gone. With wars, how do we live each day To carry on? With LAWS? Remember what's wrong. Is this the SONG we lift our Voice to sing? Hollering after the STING of Careless ways bled HALF OF HUMANITY. WE EACH FIND OUR FATES. How they fall short Of uncollected GLORY that be. There is the BREECH Of the sweet Sound of REALITY. A sparrow' s STORM, it has spawned A FREEDOM SONG. Know this: the conditions that follow The wars, NO MORE BLUEST ROSE GARDENS. Only desolation and death RESUSCITATING The anger the hatred, a powerful Matrix Registering in our minds, in our times. SPHERES OF PAIN. Wars FOUGHT to gain, what? It's strange left alone with pain To grieve. Pleading cases no more CAUSES for wars is The only WAY OUT OF this craze Out of this MAZE THIS BREECH in Faith. TIME holds the KEYS TO PEACE. WARS AND WARS SITTING IN reality No FEAR. This craze This maze This PHASE PLEASE ERASE THESE FATES? Lift every voice sing the sparrow's SONG FREEDOM HAS SPAWNED.