Out of Nest

Cursed
 Wet snow interspersed with rain
 Behind the pane, windowpane
 Sunk in search of the prey
 Sky hung oppressive and grey
 Who would pray for those who had to fall out of nests this day
 It seems like windows rise their bleared eyes up to the sky
 Where the passing spirits fly,
 One day they are all to gather
 In the shades of night
 Waiting on the other side,
 Mourning side
 Clouds are swirling around
 The earth
 Like heavy black shroud
 Of stillbirth
 Night is dimming the lights
 To hide the darkness inside
 My own mind
 I guess I have to fall out of nest
 This day
 Windows rise their bleared eyes up to the sky
 Where the passing spirits fly,
 One day they are all to gather
 In the shades of night
 Waiting on the other side,
 Mourning side