Man Is Not A Bird

The sky is faint
There tears remain in me
The rain has stopped falling
The fading light
Walls barely white in me
The night has stopped calling
I will not lament with the sky
No longer feel night on the inside
Here in this room
No more a tomb
Thoughts of you conclude without ending
Caution will keep
Worries still speak
Fewer the leaves are descending
The lonely distance and time
The only tears willing outside
I will not lament with the sky
No longer feel night on the inside