Go hungry if you will
While ferocious winds make tatters of our lashes, a bird whispers to it's prey.
Drink its wholesome nectar, then flutter just as violently as it was forced to.
Sure, we'll cry and create oceans.
Never, we'll grasp the earth of it's deepest depths.
Always, the bird will waste its breath for fruits, exploited by those who lack the labor.
Drink its wholesome nectar, then flutter just as violently as it was forced to.
Sure, we'll cry and create oceans.
Never, we'll grasp the earth of it's deepest depths.
Always, the bird will waste its breath for fruits, exploited by those who lack the labor.