White wings, black wings, grey wings
All fall to the ground, all feast on the same grains
Their wild eyes, like the wind, touching the same thing
The least they could do was watch, for their wings may be magnificent, yet they lacked the strength to bear the pain
It was the loss of a friendship, the burden of understanding how fragile life is
It was the sight of their insignificance to the everlasting nothingness
For they cannot soar beyond the place where the unknown meets ignorance
And even then, their hunger wins once again
White wings, black wings, grey wings
All fly another day, seeds in their belly, all minds are empty