A small bird perches on a power wire
It’s greyish feathers shine in the sunlight
It’s eyes so tiny yet they hold a fire
And it’s wings are full of tranquil might

Like a music box it chirps it’s motif
Inaudible to me, mute yet I know
I know the tune, all it’s disbelief
Almost like it’s heart was thrown to and fro

It cries the same leitmotif yet again
There is no bird, but yet I know it’s plea
I just can’t tell you of the wounds it mends
I watch as it performs, yet I can’t see

Such bird does not exist, feathers that shine
But it says “thank you, it’s time I resign”