Migration

One feather to flight One glimmer of hope shines in the light Fly away – Two of a kind in this fight Gravity makes us obey What is set forth, ironed out from day to day The mundane. The mundane. The mundane. Waves of color are washed down the drain I can hear it in the distance A flutter, A shutter of something struggling beneath the strain This monotonous refrain Fly away sweet girl, Fly away.