Wanting and waiting, bating hot breath.
But the phoenix calls and sings her song
Helping to follow this journey so long
The raven flies in and tosses and turns
Flying through the fire burns
The blackbird sings, but nothing is heard
A tear drips down this empty bird
The red hawk calls and finds its prey
Yet it can't see past the fogging gray
The snowy owl calls again
But nothing reaches that empty fen
See the way the bird dives down
When it knows where it intends to go
But see the world spinning round
Caught inside its baneful foe
The wind it spins, making chaos in its horrid ways
All these birds wishing that they had spent their days
Tears drip down as they continue crying
Wishing they could continue flying