Fly, Flying ever so, high,
the weeping bird cries
to be heard by many
it seems; as a menace
to the many that don’t know
its pain.
Fly, Flying ever so, high,
the weeping bird cries
its agonizing cries
are a noise of annoyance
to ones who don’t understand.
Fly, Flying ever so, high,
the weeping bird cries
you take a flint
and pelt him down
all his pain is somehow gone.
And now ironic as this occurrence,
the weeping bird is happy.
Fly, Flying ever so, high,
the weeping bird cries
the weeping bird in a cloud of mercy; soars
it is rejoined; once again
Fly, Flying ever so, high,
the weeping bird cries
soar to your highest, weeping bird
you’re free to fly away.
