To stand overlooking valley so wide,
Exposed to view and not able to hide,
Hearing the call of a vast destruction,
Echoes outward with no true direction.
Standing thus feeling thrust into the sky,
There’s a moaning that changes to a cry,
Half a warning and partially a call
To take to flight not perceiving the fall
That may or may not await to take me,
It lures me with the soaring birds I see,
False assurances and misconceptions,
A security that’s just illusion.
~ No, I’ll not fly those terror friendly skies,
~ I see your oppression form with my eyes.