With nothing… I am left with nothing. Since you stole freedom from the birds You shall see that misery was meant for men. There I stood one weary morning in the haze Conjuring with a whisper A flight away from this prison maze. I beg to feel and hope to see The light and color of being free The fog will lift and then a breeze To call the birds out of my dreams. There she stood one misty morning in my head Tempting my surrender She heaved a warm sigh and she said You’re free to wander free to roam Free to find your elusive home Be sure to lift your head and seek The boundless angels of which you speak. There I stand under the weight of a wicked sky I’m silenced in the shadows Of steely birds breathing fire and lies… With nothing… I am left with nothing…