(music: sadness and sorrow)
He sits upon the rock ledge looking over through the mountain side. The dark of night and moon leaves a small outline across his body, giving a silloute to dance upon the rocks. The stars above twinkle like tears under the pitch black sky, the snow off the rocky moutains glistning under silent breath.
Why do you sit upon these rocks little one?
the beauty around you does not comprhend your pain.
But how could the snow wind and rain know what you are,
as you sit upon those rocks.
how come you can see everything under you but no one to you?
the stars above are the only ones who can see you
crying their black tears, letting them soak into your soft feathers.
and yet all they can see is your outline.
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