blackbirds don't fly
around here
they get shot out
of the sky
wings clipped
and they die
why o why
blackbird cry
looking up
at the sky
flight or fright
in the deep cover
of night
what you going
to do blackbird
you fell in love
with a dove
are you willing to die
for that kind of love
how come she
don't come see you
she can land too
so what you trying
to prove
that you can die
in midflight shot out
the sky with your
wings spread out
and opened wide
ignoring the signs
told repeatedly to
stick to your own kind
what's wrong with the
Black butterfly
she knows your struggle
she knows your pain
she can help you
mend your wings
but there you go
again ascending
into your own
dissention