White doves keep purity alive
But in this generation there is no us only I
Do or die
It is prime time in this blurred lines
Prince made truth when he said
Doves cry
Who am I to say there isn't beauty in nature
Mankind is nature made but at times mankind crucifies
All ties
All the time
Free my wings when this cage opens
Hope to god my birds fly
Notice how god is spelt with a lower case g
Because here on earth there is no higher power
Youd be surprised
Guns made to kill
Drinks made to numb
People that use people
Hells apprentice has begun
I have robin jays and blue jays
Bloods and crips for the low
Just like moses told those men let my people go
Nobody will control me
Angel wings will free my soul
There it go
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Thanks you BB for posting this beautiful BIRD SONG here and on my Bird Fusion Poem. We do envy the BIRDS three dimensional freedom in the atmosphere while we are trapped by gravity on the lithosphere. We can now fly but only to get from A to B and then to be retrapped by gravity and even worse by Society ! I love your final triplet because it echoes the desire of all our weary earthbound souls ! "Nobody will control me ~ Angel wings will free my soul ~ There it goes". Thanks for caring and sharing ~ BRIAN (UK)
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