Out of Nest

Cursed
Wet snow interspersed with rain
Behind the pane, windowpane
Sunk in search of the prey
Sky hung oppressive and grey
Who would pray for those who had to fall out of nests this day

It seems like windows rise their bleared eyes up to the sky
Where the passing spirits fly
One day they are all to gather
In the shades of night
Waiting on the other side
Mourning side

Clouds are swirling around
The earth
Like heavy black shroud
Of stillbirth
Night is dimming the lights
To hide the darkness inside
My own mind
I guess I have to fall out of nest
This day

Windows rise their bleared eyes up to the sky
Where the passing spirits fly
One day they are all to gather
In the shades of night
Waiting on the other side
Mourning side