~Steve (Angels)
Far away a
songbird flies,
Where he goes he
does not know,
Over mountains
through the skies,
Across countries
he will go.
You will never
clip my wings,
The cheeky
songbird always sings,
Where there’s life
and hope I’ll be,
Flying over land
and sea.
The songbird
passes towns and people,
And sees a square
filled with a crowd,
He perches on a
building’s steeple,
And listens to the
screaming sound.
He sees the fists
and guns too late,
He sees the flags
in the morning light,
He sees the
leaders preaching hate,
He doesn’t
understand the sight.
The bullets loose
and the songbird flies,
He won’t let the
evil take him,
Though he cannot
stand the lies,
Others still have
need of him.
You will never
clip my wings,
The cheeky
songbird always sings,
Where there’s life
and hope I’ll be,
Flying over land
and sea.
From the towns to
up high,
He begins to bathe
in the sky’s long rivers,
He lets out a
pleasant sigh,
Until the icy
water starts the shivers.
But the Songbird
is not alone up here,
No, there is a
mighty Eagle,
Rumors talk of
this wise seer,
Soaring above the
land so regal.
“Oh Eagle tell me won’t you please,
of this world so big and round,
tell me of the grass and trees,
of the seas, the earth, the ground.
Tell me of the men and women,
tell me why they scream and moan,
tell me of the crying children,
and why they have not got a home.”
There is silence
in the skies,
Eagle does not say
a word,
But then the voice
comes deep and wise,
Startling our
little sweet Songbird.
“Humans
care not for the world they live in,
they
care not for the earth, the seas,
they
care not for their wives, their children,
they
care not for the birds, the bees.
They
burn and kill and maim and slash,
they
deal in nothing but hate and death,
with
all goodness they do clash,
and
soon there will be nothing left.
Smell
the foulness on the air,
see
the land that is cut and crying,
feel
the death of all that is fair,
hear
our world slowly dying.
Humans
plague all goodly creatures,
They
do not understand their wrong,
They
are nothing but evil leeches,
This
you must learn from Eagle’s song.”
The Songbird heard
Eagle’s words so wise,
But
he could not accept their truth,
They
must be naught but lies,
From
an observer so aloof.
“Humans are no evil creatures,
they have their faults and so do we,
we can strive to be their teachers,
we can teach them to be free.”
Eagle shakes his
mighty head,
The Songbird
leaves the clouds behind,
No matter what
Eagle said,
Goodness will the
Songbird find.
Why does the
Songbird think this so?
Why will he search
with great care?
Why around the
world will he go?
Because there is
always good out there.
