"why."
I saw a bird prey on a smaller bird
Why are there fences around everything we love?
The sun shines on me it touches my skin
Through all the fences we built
And I never even dare to look at him.
The problems begin when we ask
"Why?"
Today a kind man waved me goodbye
And I faced the sun as though I had left
I was blinded by warmth and I never saw if the bird caught
The smaller bird
It doesn't matter anymore
I do not need reasons
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