Isle of Flightless Birds

I will fly with no hope, no fear

And the ground taunts my wings

Plummet as I sing, plummet as I sing

The Audience

Every day since the middle of November

The audience sits and watches every move I make

There is nothing I can do about the audience

There is nothing the audience can do about me

It just sits there and judges

Silently

Every Day

Every Night

Helpless