The Dawn

I am the bird that is turned around by darkness
Its song is a sigh, its spring is a bloodstream
Its seed is trapped by the hypocrisy of the world
Its nest is the rocking cradle of doubt

I am the bird who opened and closed its wings
it found no way through the night and settled in darkness
careless about life, with no ambition for its name
it just gives a sigh to the darkness, that's all ....