Knockin' Down the Walls

Birdman

...

a place to hide and catch my breath
shelter - put this fear to rest
oasis fading from my view
caught in the birdcage (screaming blue)

through ageless dreams of falling scenes
talons tear the sky
a shadowed figure pulls the strings
from a corner of my mind

sing a song of sixpence, a pocket full of rye
four and twenty blackbirds baked in a pie
when the pie was opened the birds began to sing
wasn't that a dainty dish to set before the king?

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