I'm not sure what a sin may be
Or how I can attain one
Or how I can gain a space
In joining with Satan
But I'm sure that what I did that day
Could maybe classify as a sin
It was a horrible thing to nature
It still pains me within
I was bored and missing a thrill
On a warm summer day
So I stole my father's gun
And began to hunt my prey
There was deafening silence
As I aimed with hot exploding death
I pulled the trigger right on time
A guilt I'll never forget
The yellow feet creatures
Gravity pulled them to the floor
And that's when I know these airy creatures
Couldn't fly anymore
For days they called
For help from their friends
They moaned for help
But their friends did not help them
Until finally one day the cries for help stopped
They were gone far away
A place where they could fly again
And I still hear those sounds
Of the birds that are to fly
A thousand years later
In my fragile frame of mind
I'm sorry and I hope
That anytime, anyplace
If it's in summer or winter
When it falls or rains
That they recognize
I was foolish and mind thinned
So much that nature
Would forgive my guilt
