I remember when we spoke of fires
aflame with joy and hope but not yet blame
They purged the world of pain and fear and liars

How strange to think that liars we became
a few short days from those sweet happy words
We flew too high, fell to the sea in shame

Fly, fly away like empty little birds
forget the past, forget the future too
and lose all meaning yet to be discerned

as forward turns to backward turns to through
Fly, fly away on your small wings of lead
and watch the sky, the sun lose all its hues

Maybe you’ll feel as if you’re safe in bed,
and find solace in, at last, to be dead.

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