A/N- What I do in Biology class.

Truthfully, the sparrow cries,

As wanderers are sure to know,

There is no peace in sunlit minds,

Or sanctuary of the snow;

All wounds lay open, gaping wide,

And all truths are finally known,

There is no place for us to hide,

No love to cleanse our soul;

No peace, no calm, no hidden truths,

And still our lives dance on,

The stars still glisten by the moon,

And the sun still shatters the dawn;

Truthfully, the sparrow flies,

As wanderers are sure to know,

To sunset warmth and a deep blue sky,

To the life of the human soul.