Brown grass

The bird

I'm scared of hights
But not afraid to fall
I'm afraid of fall
But always ready for winter

It's easy to run
But I only follow
While feeding my son
I lie to him
Saying i know where we are going to go

It's now the season where fire can fly
Where my friends and family die
I'm a schizophrenic
Afraid of this war in the sky

Black eyes that are afraid of white
No way to fight
Only safe at night
But I can't seem to sleep
I can't believe I'm afraid of the light
Is this even right?

Isn't the miracle of life made to be enjoyed
Lately death just has me annoyed
I'm growing warry of its sight
I only wish for death at night
But beg to live in the light

I saw the brightest light of them all
I began to fall
Started to walk
On this bridge
Heading to a broken image
One that was whitened
Then It all ignited
I felt like an entire forest burning
CRACK
Shatter.
The world became my graveyard and shelter
As I saw the world decay
I started drifting away
I sang away in agony
Hoping someone's going to come here
In the distance I stare
Waiting for help
But still continue to ask
Is this fair?