a thousand birds fly into the sky no one stops to ask them why yet they fly without fear and without cause they heed no warnings, they heed no laws each bird has an end so clear and though it may not be so near things like the winds of fear have no bearing on which way they steer those birds fly through the skies of life they fly through hate, they fly through strife a perfect flight can never be had the world is wicked, the world is mad as time goes by their flight seems vain for time distorts what people can’t explain and it leaves a mark, a deep set stain a flight that was freedom is now pain