Have you ever seen
The eyes of
Dead animals
Eyes that look
Somewhere into the sky
A sky which lost
It's beauty
Have you ever
Heard a voice
That cries for help
That was the song
Of a black angel
On his way to paradise
What has it done
Why has it lost
The right to live
We are like animals
Same matter same dust
In the morning
I let my bird fly
It sings beautifully
For me
Then it flew high
Into the sky
I wasn't sorry about it
It got liberty
I got satisfaction
That was a long time ago
My bird comes
Every morning
Sings for me
And flies away again