Song

A thousand birds fall from the sky

No longer will they fly

They were always meant to die

Blood

Is raining all around

As the birds fall to the ground

One by one shot down

And I

Can do nothing at all

Just watching as they fall

I know

This is where they were meant to go

But I just can't let them go

I see

The color of passion

The color of love

The color of blood pouring from above

A dark red stain on a pure white dove

The color of anger

The color of tears

Mixed with the dirt that's been here all these years

She never really faced her fears