You were only waiting for this moment to be free. Blackbird fly into the light of the dark black night.
Twisting and turning, caught by every thorny corner,
Left, right turns into right, left, a lone branch
scratches and attacks my lovely green sweater,
a tear down my cheek, it is impossible.
I see you in the sky dear Blackbird,
finding the light that I so dearly miss,
I envy you with the deepest part of my soul,
as you hit the stream of air and disappear.
They wanted a revolution before they caught
me and threw me into this garden of destruction.
I gave them what they wanted and now I'm only alone,
done for and scarred with the black patches of fire.
Tiny dove, little spot of white, what do you have in your beak?
What do you carry so gallantly as you surf through the sky?
Is that an olive branch I see? Do you mean to sing a song
of peace? For that's all I wish sometimes. Forgiveness.
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