Faraway you can hear my cries.
As our heart is speared then it dies.
But for some it is Slow, a long painful death,
Upon a net, who could bet.
I can't save myself please stop yourself.
I'm a mammal just like you, black blue or gray.
When you look into my eyes You think only of lies to hunt and kill me.
Are you jealous of me, could it be?
I don't see you've won the battle.
One day we'll come back, just you wait and see.
The hunter becomes the hunted, you'll be the prey,
Count on that day!
Unsure if its night or day,
The little bird can only prey,
that someone will come and take him away.
Three long days, tired and weak,
The little bird can no longer speak.
Another day, the final hours,
The little bird tries to move but cowers.
Cold and weak the little bird weaps,
He silently sighs, then shuts his eyes.
In a dark place, cold and weak,
A little bird dies .....
And no one cries! .....
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