thus said the bird

so in the end we'll blame ourselves for this
matter of moments broken by a breeze
absence of hope greater absence of ease
there's not a thing that we can just dismiss
with a false cheer or chase off with a hiss
the deepest pain arrives with bended knees
the thought of magic exists but to tease
but some pain's still cured with a gentle kiss
music may soothe but love still wins the day
battles are won with help from staunch ally
yet none may know the future till it comes
until that time we'll stay beyond the grey
lid that comes down to sanctify the lie
and wait to hear the morning and its drums