The Estranged

How high can you fly?

White like the new moon,

My bird in the sky;

Singing a sad tune.

Why are you alone?

Looking down at me,

Eyes, black like stones,

What do you see?

I see you, with eyes,

Shining with wonder.

I see you, no ties,

No bonds or plunders.

My burdens, despairs,

My eyes all forbear.