The Truth Birds [1]

To see us now, we are never the same!

To glide, to soar, remembering our name

 

While hostage, no shame do we take on our wings

'Fore we snake it, we fake it, we deliver the pain.

 

Without wings tremendous how can we soar....

We talk about it, stalk about it... but nowhere we know

 

Take me, shake me, get my wings grown!

Brother and Sister, I know you know torn.

 

MaAlaea, Guardian of Sacred WisdomKeepers