There's always gonna be one bird behind
Tho they all fly and have wings
The wisest paces itself and observes and learns
Letting the strong winds push him and the clouds to guide
Traveling side to side
Groups of them, hundreds, thousands
Free
Is the first thing we think
Yet not the first thing we see
Survival in best worlds it's only natural
You must feel
And heal
And be guided by the pure
And when the sky falls
Our end is near.
