Silver Feathers

Silver Feathers

 

 

Silver feathers in iron birds

Like perfect singing in poor tunes

They glide in wrong directions

They drop in empty lagoons

 

They're singing silent with shallow words

Just minds which cease to look for joy

They pour a rain, a rain of feathers

Big silver feathers left to destroy

 

Unhappy words leave golden peaks

These birds are far off on their route

Like empty trains with no directions

Just waiting for someone who'll shoot

 

But they’ve no place here or there

They'll never find what they need

Now oxide covers their iron bodies

A tear falls, they've start to bleed