You walk through the crowd with a curious smile in your face
You look like you keeping a secret
You stroll past the park and the houses and cars
And all seems to pass right by your consciousness flare
And you rush home with hand in your pocket
You gently shake it ,
Keeping safe what it contains
Slide through the backdoor and rush up the stairs
And you sit on the floor next to your bed
You lifting it slowly to see if its dead
The wings twist aside it over its head
And you cry and you feel so powerless
But at least you try ,
You try to help it in your heart
You know thats rare these days