Man Is Not a Bird

The sky is faint, there tears remain in me The rain has stopped falling The fading light falls barely white in me The night has stopped calling I will not lament with the sky No longer feel night on the inside Here in this room, no more a tomb Thoughts of you conclude without ending Caution will keep, worries still speak Fewer the leaves are descending Here in this room, no more a tomb Thoughts of you conclude without ending The lonely distance and time The only tears falling outside I will not lament with the sky No longer feel night on the inside