It's hard to know what to expect out of life
You can't predict when you will be faced with strife
Looking down on the world that I soar above
I cannot say that it has shown me much love
To say I've lived a good life might not be true
To most, that term means having stuff of monetary value
To follow the newest trend or have nice things
To be adorned in the hottest coats, hats and rings
That isn't what a good life should be about
It should be about having the things that count
A family that loves you no matter who you are
Friends who don't shun you and force you afar
About having the ambition to follow your dreams
And having a life that is tight at the seams
While I have lived separately to society down below
I have no pain to hide, and no lies to show
So, yes, I have enjoyed my life with my friends
Not the people that drove me far past my wits ends
But the birds that have given this lucky man flight
And let me feel free as we fly through the night
People can't show me love like they would one another
They used to look at me, but they didn't dare to bother
To associate with the man who would tend to the pigeons
They thought I was a crazed man, following some crazy religion
They don't see the true value such of careful creatures
They just scoff at their less than desirable features
Pigeons are too peaceful and elegant to do that
They don't look at you, think you're ugly, and start yelling 'scat'
They appreciate when you give them food or pet their feathers
I've bonded with the animals that now hold my tethers
It's like I'm one of them, and I think that they sense it
The pigeon is the animal that represents my spirit
So I devoted my life to caring for them on my own
With them, I could never feel truly alone
I don't need people who judge me for caring for these birds so
Or who buy into the legends and cannot truly know
That while I am different, I'm still someone with a heart
I have thoughts and emotions that can tear me apart
I lived a quiet, gentle life one time up on a roof
They may have thought I was crazy, but I know the truth
And when I left that one time, to return to my birds
I was not all surprised it was ruined beyond words
Because that is just the way that people have treated me
They may be smart or strong, but when it comes to difference, they can't see
That it hasn't made me worse, when I and them they compare
They just show anger like a fire, leaving smoke in the air
I once thought that there would be no person who could see me for who I was
Except for Arnold, the truest person who fights any good cause
I could never thank him enough for giving me that lift
Life is more enjoyable, after I made that shift
I could see that his heart was made of pure gold
Vanity and judgment are not qualities he could hold
Even though he is surrounded by people who do
The important things in life are what he holds true
He could find himself lost, or be fighting for his health
And he would still find a way to help others before himself
No one else but that blonde-headed boy ever reveal
Kindness to me, and thanks to him, I truly feel
Such a warmth in my heart, knowing there is one good person
That exist in the world that continues to worsen
Only he has given me light to fight the darkness
He was a stranger to me, yet he helped me regardless
I owe my freedom, in body and soul, to that dear child
My one human friend for whom, for the first time in years, I smiled
Merci, Arnold