Birds that fly
Birds that die,
You’re all the same
Restless, rare ravens
They pierce the sky
On moonlit nights.
Crazed fears cry
Scared of dreams
You’re all insane
Except I.
The birds will fly
Before they die,
I ran miles
I'd never seen
My fall
In your eyes.
I’ve seen birds fly
I’ve seen them die,
So we baptised
The black raven’s back
With white water
Doused the dying
So that bird could fly.
