The Martlet's Tale

Like a soft lilting wind, alone he soars aloft, and circles and spins
And spends his days in freedom above the towering clouds, he is avowed
to touch no land in the fear of losing that

Now he pleases himself and flies away again to render the tale, he flies above the gale

And the tide swiftly ebbs, and nothing seems to help he’s caught in the web
Troubled for his life in the midst of all the greed he doesn’t need
yet he wishes to find something he can believe in completely

Oh, he cries to the skies, and searches for a grain of the truth that survives, he’s winging out to sea

Shadowed sunlight in his waking, waves of discontent are breaking...

In your life can you see, an image of the bird in yourself that wants to flee
he’s casting out the time that is ruling all our lives despite the lies
and he can’t explain to anyone around him,

See, he sleeps on the wind
the storming sea below him he flies toward the end
And glides on ever free