Saline Grace Blackbird
I'm a blackbird of broken wings
A silent death between the rails
An unseen pain on mother earth
For a raging beast has ominously come
Closing my beak and stealing my song
Yes, a steam engine with boxcars and
That blinded mankind in their cages
Having my bloody feathers and my feet
On these awfully iron wheels
Once I was a blackbird of fluttering wings
Carrying a holy message in my beak
And all impatient wisdoms in a song
For my breath had been given graciously
Taking me down from my southern hills
Yes, along the sickness of a muddy river
Until I reached the realms of the human plan
Singing from those trees of whisper to
All the people from Stranger's Town
Now I'm a blackbird of dead wings
A mournful plumage, soaked by rain
And the unheard wisdom of a song
For my heart has been taken without concerns
Sowing blind creatures and reaping their shades
Yes, a scythe wielded by fateful delusion
Blows the poisoned harvest into the land
Bringing a last and lethal message
To all blackbirds of fluttering wings
