Blackbirds and Talons

Did you get it in? The bit of mean to starve off the free? The free being those who know their Change Who know love and peace The free bleed green, The trees sing, and the wind wails The birds fly overhead, stalking prey What would you change on your last day? I hope you didn't Ah, I know so as well Being here, through tunnels to find the finest light Words on every page If they're messed, tear it up And repent The roads we drive down each day, Tires grinding up waves of dirt Birds watching over you Somebody always knows Every day, someone goes So today, you should settle down, And breathe in the air before it turns brown Before the sickness spreads Live today with a lighter weight on your chest LISTENER, What are you proud of?