How can you still fly?
You’ve got a log on your eye
You’ve got a root of bitterness hanging on your back, it’s tendril roots dangling from your stomach.
How can you still fly?
With the heavy weight inside
The body count, the soilders out
Each name named.
How can you still fly?
Isn’t there a shadow over your mind
It’s darkness, not shade
It’s obscuring your way.
How can you still fly?
Aren’t you tired now, exhausted
Why don’t you just curse god and die
Cease your pitiless flight.
Why you still fly?
Because
I was made
For the sky.
