Sing-singing-songbird, Soft drops in an ocean of murmur. Few and far between, almost unseen. A brief moment, a dream. A dream,, Rational reasons, and passion! Sailing on a swamp of love, No-one share what we do. no-one cares, but we do. so we live in his realm, praise his game, a Royal with no pennies to his name. Free the King! ,, ,, ,, ,, Free the King! ,, ,, ,, Free the King! Tragic, just tragic trash, what we do, spending and expanding,. songbird no longer lobby for peace and serenity, It moved, To appease, one elses journey. Technicly immorral, No code for refferral, Buried in a burial, Extra celestial, songbird ideal. Free the King! ,, ,, Who's the King? ,, ,, Free the King! ,, ,, ,, Who's the King! pleasant departure, rest well, songbird Sparrow.
