Pillars of the sky
Through which birds of all colors fly
In the rear view, voices of a million nations aimlessly drift on by
Ignorant and defiant of their infant's desperate cry
Often I think no one even lends a hand to try
...When at the last stand these pillars swoop down and contribute an eye through which to spy
That kind of attention many would sell their food to buy
Repairing the kingdom, the child's eyes slowly dry
Protecting the vast and marvelous nest, a source of hope that will never die
Our strength you do supply
Our glorious ally
Goodbye |
Submission Name: Cloudy
