How will life soar without another heart?
As this lonely one flies over Manhattan Park
Love of orange seizes winter leaves from fall
In flight of his duty no answer calls
The perfect life sound can never begin
As the albatross flies over empty oceans
Forever in flight weakens his load
Where shall love land on wings so alone
On islands of stink in the white seagull snow?
Even for love he has chosen no!
He chose the painful harp
Chose pride over heart
The end before the start
Choosing winter before the fall
Oh what a questionable call
This unnamed unnatural sin
Against the strongest
Against the coldest wind
As mating oceans fill to brim
The albatross can only skim
Love it seems weighs its most
When love is a heavy ghost
Wet shadows oceans and wind
Will now survive even less of him