Bill Simmons - Soaring Bird

Across the valley a bird it soars
A blast is heard that starts a war
Riding on their mounts of steel
Swords are drawn marked death and kill

And in the night
The birds they sigh
And from their eyes
Momas they cry

Look there way up high
It is man, he can fly
With fingertips made of fire
Across the sky he sheds his power

And the night
Lights up bright
And from his eyes
Souls they die

For days the war it rages on
Till the last unsheathed sword is gone
And across the battlefield lay still
Those who fought, no longer live

And in the night
The birds again they fly
And still from their eyes
Momas they cry

From the aftermath of war
For not what is but what we are
Still lay still the beating hearts
One soaring bird in the dark.


Copyright 2007 Bill Simmons
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author: When Cannons Fire & The Kingdom

Bill Simmons

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