A Silver Mt. Zion
Birds Toss Precious Flowers
We all got born so afraid
And still search for words
To describe that pain
And cling to each other
Like pigeons in the rain
And nuzzle over feathered breast
With beaks all worn and cracked and stained

Hang on to each other

So this one's for the lost ones
And the dead ones & the ones who fell away

We all got born so afraid
And still search for words to describe that pain

Birds toss precious flowers
From the murky skies above