~ feed the birds ~

In her own special way to the people she calls,
"Come, buy my bags full of crumbs.
Come feed the little birds, show them you care
And you'll be glad if you do.
Their young ones are hungry,
Their nests are so bare;
All it takes is tuppence from you."
Feed the birds, tuppence a bag,
Tuppence, tuppence, tuppence a bag.
"Feed the birds," that's what she cries,
While overhead, her birds fill the skies.

amen

Sanctus Espiritus
redeem us from our solemn hour
Sanctus Espiritus
insanity is all around us
Sanctus Espiritus
is this what we deserve
can we break free
from chains of never-ending agony?

[w.t.]

it's like being...

... disposable...