Of the Wise Man and the Fool

By fairy hands, their knell is rung
By forms unseen, their dirge is sung
It wont be forever
It wont be forever
Oh, Fairy King, attend, and mark
For I doth hear... the morning lark
This fairy tale I'm living, is real inside my heart
No matter how much it seems, I'm not falling apart....
Attack the day
Like birds of prey
Or scavengers
Under cover
All our final decisions
Are made in a state of mind
That's not going to last

As the wise man keeps
Secrets in his heart
The foolish man tells tales

For the birds that cannot fly
Provided are low branches
Birds fly over the rainbow
So why, oh why,
Can't I?
How helpless we are,
Like netted birds,
When we are caught by desire

"Words are a heavy thing, they weigh us down.
If birds could talk, they wouldn't be able to fly."
-Christian Williams