Resurrected Dances
{Owl, look to the moonlight
Let the wind whisper in your ear
Owl, give up your birthright,
Dedicate it to the dark.}
See the little bird fly amongst the willows
Waving forth, beneath the tree-scattered reflection.
Moon shine high above the branches.
The little bird dances, for its not free.
The little bird proclaims its narrow wanderings.
That it only recognizes life in the bright yellow sunshine.
Everyone sees as it dances amongst them.
Nobody thinks, "that bird is still leashed."
Sing the song, dance in the spotlight.
But what's the effort-what's its worth
If you dance the dance in the moonlight?
You think nobody will see so it's all right.
Hear the little bird chirp its chirp of rightness.
Singing up proudly through the tree to the clear blue sky.
Sun shine down as it dances.
The little bird sings with eyes opened wide.
The little bird says that it's stopped walking.
That it's not leashed to its dark, dancing life
You see, no one sees as it mingles.
Everyone thinks the little bird lives in the light.
{Christian, look to your old self.
Let the world whisper in your ear.
Christian, give up your fire.
Satan wants it anyway.}
{Owl, look to the moonlight
Let the wind whisper in your ear
Owl, give up your birthright,
Dedicate it to the dark.}
See the little bird fly amongst the willows
Waving forth, beneath the tree-scattered reflection.
Moon shine high above the branches.
The little bird dances, for its not free.
The little bird proclaims its narrow wanderings.
That it only recognizes life in the bright yellow sunshine.
Everyone sees as it dances amongst them.
Nobody thinks, "that bird is still leashed."
Sing the song, dance in the spotlight.
But what's the effort-what's its worth
If you dance the dance in the moonlight?
You think nobody will see so it's all right.
Hear the little bird chirp its chirp of rightness.
Singing up proudly through the tree to the clear blue sky.
Sun shine down as it dances.
The little bird sings with eyes opened wide.
The little bird says that it's stopped walking.
That it's not leashed to its dark, dancing life
You see, no one sees as it mingles.
Everyone thinks the little bird lives in the light.
{Christian, look to your old self.
Let the world whisper in your ear.
Christian, give up your fire.
Satan wants it anyway.}