The birds don't fly anymore
Neither does the sun shine or people live
The birds don't fly and I'm stuck
Stuck in a concrete walled void
Cemented with lost opportunities and dead dreams
The birds don't fly and my eyes are stitched shut
My mouth sewn closed
My hand molded into a fist
My heart hammered into a stone
My body frozen to ice
The birds don't fly anymore and the world is gone
The sun will set on its last day soon
The seasons fade, the light is wrong
The earth is brown and red, red with our blood
The birds don't fly anymore, and it's been 264 days
264 days since I've spoken, touched, felt
17 years since I've been loved, lived
My body is ice, my world is wrong
It's been 264 days 17 years
And the birds don't fly anymore