Man Is Not A Bird - Broadcast

The sky is faint

There tears remain in me The rain has stopped falling

The fading light

Walls barely white in me The night has stopped calling

I will not lament with the sky

No longer feel night on the inside

Here in this room

No more a tomb

Thoughts of you conclude without ending

Caution will keep

Worries still speak

Fewer the leaves are descending

The lonely distance and time

The only tears willing outside

I will not lament with the sky

No longer feel night on the inside