You walk through the crowd with a curious smile on your face

You look like you're keeping a secret

You stroll past the park and the houses and cars

It all seems to pass right by your consciousness flare

And you rush home

With your hand over your pocket

You gently shade it

Keeping safe what it contains

You slide through the backdoor and rush up the stairs

And you sit on the floor next to your bed

You're lifting it slowly to see if it's dead

The wings rest in silence over it's head

And you cry

And you feel so powerless

But at least you tried

You tried to help and in your heart

You know

That's rare

These days