When I was a little child, I once found a bird lying on the ground.
It would not ever fly again.
I held the bird up in my hands, I shed my tears over the lovely song that not longer could be heard.
Never learn to fly.
With dirty hands I dug a hole and gently laid the bird to rest in soil:
a wound in the tear stained mud.
My tears wore rain as I revealed the secrets of a tree.
A cross of bark to speak through wooden grains:
never
learn
to
fly
I sang a song which I remembered my grandma used to sing
for me, when I was sick and laid in bed.
Then I cursed that day for showing me my own mortality
for then I knew that all that lives turns cold. Cold and dead.
And now time has passed by beneath my wings.
(kristoffer gildenlow)
That was then I'm older now, but still I can't forget that rainy day.
I raged against the ending times, though some day soon my son will maybe find the tree I cleansed of skin.
No chain-sling will ever climb its rotten limbs.
And when the time has come for me to die, I want to lie beside that bird.
Never learn to fly.
When I was a little child, I once found myself dying on the ground
and now I'll never ...fly...
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- Remedy Lane Re:visited
- Falling Home
- Road Salt Two
- Linoleum (EP)
- Entropia
- Ending Themes (On The Two Deaths Of Pain Of Salvation)
- One Hour By The Concrete Lake
- Road Salt One
- Miscellaneous
- Remedy Lane Re:lived
- The Perfect Element, Pt. 1
- The Perfect Element Part I
- The Perfect Element, Pt. I
- 12:5
- Be
- VISIONS: All Areas, Volume 132
- Rock Classics Nr. 6: Sons & Daughters of Pink Floyd
- New Release Highlights: Thrilling Albums Out on Century...
- 12:05
- Scarsick