His crazy frame against the dawn

His hungry leap and ragged fall

A suicidal perch is now laid bare

To searching eyes and empty stares

A fearful silence hits the crowd

The air hangs heavy with the sound

Of useless wings against the morning sky

As paper yields before their eyes



Oh, can you see him now?

A broken man without a dream

Oh, can you hear him now?

A futile laugh above the screams