SICK PIGEON (22/01/2009 => 2:31 - 2:47)

The door of the cage got open

And you were allowed to leave

And I could do nothing

Now you are free to love.

But missing you has become a way of life

And the emptiness you left

Is a concrete part of our cage.

But devotion is a blind beggar asking for hope

So I can only look at the sky now

And imagine you might be lightening stars

For me to see how high you’ve flown

And turning them down

For when the sun rises

I’ll be always reminded

That no matter the illnesses

What matters is the flight.