It’s what I find when I’m on my own   In a ballroom all alone,   Guests around me fill the room   Yet silence rules in this gloom   Though they speak I cannot hear   All their words file past my ears   Should they find that I am near   All their words will disappear      And I would fly where no others have flown   Soar through the blue sky all alone   And nobody sees what I’ve seen   It’s not a ceiling it’s just a screen      A bird in the sky high above my head   High in the blue all he sees is red   Blood on the ground, in the sea, and the air   At a time of hunting it’s hardly fair   As I watch it soar it sheds some light   On a topic as dark as night   That mankind set in his ways   Will destroy everything worthy of praise      Sadly, speculation does none too good   Action and reaction does more than I could   Should I talk and do no more   Pessimism props open the door   For reality I wouldn’t pay   Optimism holds the quote of the day   A great injustice done by my kind   The world will fix it through us the blind