Every bird will follow it's specie.
Every moment is made glorious by the light of love.
When a man makes up a story for his child, he becomes a father and a child together, listening.
While still in the cage of your being behold the spirit bird before it flies away.
Each has to enter the nest made by the other imperfect bird.
This that is tormented and very tired, tortured with restraints like a madman, this heart.