To make right all that's wrong
A song to lift smiles of today
To cast all emptiness away
And fill our hearts
They're scarce, these beings with wings
Not every bird that sings is to be liked
Its song may well be spiked, with
Legends of loss and pain. Losing
Everything in vain
I tend to its cage
Until old age
For all of us will sure pass one day
If we want to curse
To free our minds
If such a deed is what we need
We may
I understand
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