Birds Cry Too

Birds cry too--she said
although they chirp, fly.
One may seem content--
but still, they hide...

She tears for these emotions
never shown,
The world frozen shut by Gluttony--
to open it now--would break.

So it remains an icy tomb
for all those belonged to its chill.
And where Love can never bloom,
Madness surely will.

Insanity--lurks at the corner,
Savagery--hides at the door.
Still, what's to fear but Fear itself?
And that Stone heart of yours.

Shot down, the brave and shining.
They were the sun in joyous mirth.
We drug along our misery
and--it swallowed up new birth.

The world decays and slows.
Night again--consumes all.
And around the fire--
we will tell
of Earth's tragic fall.