Night's Bird
Listening to the bird singing in the dark night
Thought to himself what a pleasant way to unite with the dreams
Little did he know that it was nothing but the wind in his empty screams.
Heed my heart, grow out my ears said he
For the bird's flying high but the song it sings hangs low.
Must have been the waves he's tossing in that caused the illusion whispered they. Must have been the wine sparkling in his eyes laughed they.
Broken guitar hanging down his neck, set afloat to discover the never ending seas. What bird, what song but a fleeting winds of the silent world's he heard.
Toss and turn to remind him of the fate, else he ll set sail to his never ending illusions he calls dreams they said. Words words words I thought of you as my soul, why did you betray me and sold to another soul.
Pain is what conceived the poems he sang, pain is what will kill him with its fang. For everything else was the song of the bird he heard, little did he know the death played the chord.
Thought to himself what a pleasant way to unite with the dreams
Little did he know that it was nothing but the wind in his empty screams.
Heed my heart, grow out my ears said he
For the bird's flying high but the song it sings hangs low.
Must have been the waves he's tossing in that caused the illusion whispered they. Must have been the wine sparkling in his eyes laughed they.
Broken guitar hanging down his neck, set afloat to discover the never ending seas. What bird, what song but a fleeting winds of the silent world's he heard.
Toss and turn to remind him of the fate, else he ll set sail to his never ending illusions he calls dreams they said. Words words words I thought of you as my soul, why did you betray me and sold to another soul.
Pain is what conceived the poems he sang, pain is what will kill him with its fang. For everything else was the song of the bird he heard, little did he know the death played the chord.
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