Sad Birds

Sad birds still fly, tears may start,
They flew above with a heavy heart
Their melodies are a bit of sweet art,
They go into the endless sky, which falls apart.

fly With wings that are damaged or in pain,
Nothing could come between their plain,
Their broken hearts, forever empty,
In the small moments of life, they don't require your sympathy.

In flight, they find their cheer high,
Underneath the mountain or the sea's sky.
With every beat, they reach, they try,
To heal the heart, to touch the sky.