Man Is Not a Bird

The sky is faint 
There tears remain in me 
The rain has stopped falling 

The fading light 
Walls barely white in me 
The night has stopped calling 

I will not lament with the sky 
No longer feel night on the inside 

Here in this room 
No more a tomb 
Thoughts of you conclude without ending 

Caution will keep 
Worries still speak 
Fewer the leaves are descending 

The lonely distance and time 
The only tears willing outside 

I will not lament with the sky 
No longer feel night on the inside