BLACK BIRDS
Someone out there, help me, please.
My hands are tired, and so are my knees.

Black birds are falling from the winter sky.
Unwilling to live, unwilling to fly.

Someone out there, tell me, please.
Should I keep fighting? Should I just flee?

Black birds are falling into sea of fire.
Unwilling to breath, to sing, to get higher.

Someone out there, show me, please.
Which is the right way, so I would not bleed?

Black birds are blazing among the scarlet flames.
Unwilling to die, to abandon this place.

Someone out there, hide me, please.
I am not ready to become their feast.

Black birds are changing into dancing sparks.
Unwilling to fade, to not leave a mark.

Someone out there, change me, please.
I am not the one who wants to do this.

Black birds are slowly aiming at the sky.
Unwilling to fall, but willing to fly.

Someone out there, help me, please.
I don’t want to hear, nor feel, nor see.

Black birds are setting the clouds afire.
Willing to be, to live, to get higher.

Someone out there, help me, please.
My heart was broken, my soul was amiss.

Black birds are making their way to the space.
Willing to see from up close the Sun’s face.

Someone out there, join me, please.
I’m all alone.
I am not missed.