The bell rung as I walked
into the chill evening
carrying that same yearning
everyone here does.

Oh, I can see it, it shows
- even the world is depressed
sounds of children have disappeared.
They've been replaced by a symphony

that doesn't share a melody.
It's the sound of horror,
sound that spreads terror
and we're all just living in fear.

The one thing we all share
is the fear of the birds
the grey birds that spread this hurt.
They fly over and it drops.

And my world just stops.
I'm on autopilot running around
hurrying my way away from the sound.
It's happened too many times.

I happen to look up and there they fly.
But as the bright light comes
I hear victory drums,
but they're wrong and painful.

Their beat is awful.
I try to scream as I burn
to the flames of Eastern.
This is it, they found a way

to make us fall, make us stray.
My clothes are ash,
I am gone with the flash.
Only my shadow is left on the pavement.
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