It's time to use my claws for carving
It's time to use my beak for song
It's time to use my wings to shelter
those who don't have wings enough
It's time to use my mind for growing
my eyes for seeing for through the dark
it's time to use my lonely condition
to say what I don't prove enough
All while singing a song
To mark my oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
It's time to use my feathers for painting
It's time to use my mane for being heard
It's time to use my tail for attention
to mean what I meant all along
All while singing a song
To mark my oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
There is no end to the point I've been making
There is no song that's long enough
There is no map with proper markings
To navigate ourselves through the dark
There is no moon
There is no mountain
There is no wish
There is no fountain
There is no flood
There is no weather
There is no tide
There is no tether
There is no volume to that final letter
There's only wanting it
There's only better
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh

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