The world is so red and orange
full of wars and rage.
I, a black bird learning to fly
watch my enthusiasm die.
for they say, I couldn't
and the fierce voice in my head shouted you shouldn't.
I continued to move forward
and the hunters trying to shoot me like a coward.
bullets and swords of taunt
like a winter breeze haunt
the nook and corners of my fugitive soul
the black...