Two parrots perched on a branch one evening,
Side by side they waited, the time for leaving,
Had come for one, but that made it no less harder,
On the other.
They had spent their years, holding on to each other,
Through the tough times and the good, they had flowed through like water,
And life, they thought, as long as they were one,
Had just begun.
“Don’t go,” said the parrot, “the winds are too strong!”
“And to where you intend to go, the journey is long.”
“Don’t go,” he pleaded, “these skies are too vast!”
“And for as long a journey as yours, the daylight may not last.”
“Don’t go,” he cried, “there’s a world full of strangers!”
“Of unthinkable miseries, and unforeseen dangers.”
“Don’t go, don’t go, stay here where home is in range”
“Stay with me here, these winds don’t have to change.”
She looked at him with a tearful smile,
Then out towards that fearful mile,
Her voice slid into her heart, made her choke
But she spoke,
“I must go, dear one, but don’t you fear,”
“My path is set, and my vision clear,”
“Out there in the unknown, in the forests rife,”
Is my life.”
“But if you should ever find your world silent, a voice to lack,”
“These strong winds will bring my voice right back,”
“And should you ever find yourself lonely amid the weary night cries,”
“Know that you and I live under the same vast skies.”
“If you should ever find yourself a stranger on these roads,
Know that someone like me is around, looking for someone who knows,
This feeling of waiting, and not wanting to leave,
Of wanting to hold back time, and not wanting to breathe”
“These winds will change, they already are,
The sun shone so bright when we sat here today, and now we stare at these stars,
These winds are changing, these times are changing, always underneath these skies,
Don’t let anyone tell you any different, for they will all be lies.”
These winds are changing, these times are changing,
And we all have something to gain,
These winds are changing, these times are changing,
Maybe they will change their way around again.
