Strange bird crying in the morning sun

Strange bird crying in the morning sun
What hurts you way up high
We do not love you though we try
We send you away to die

Strange bird crying above the earth
Crying out for all he’s worth
With nowhere to land his tired breast
His two choices to fly or die

The land below I know it well
The way it’s turning into hell
The way it has no landing strip
For birds to grab, for birds to kiss

The sky is silent like a grave
The air is now the ghost we’ve made
The earth has eyes on what we do
It makes a place for me and you

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