Language Of Birds

They say there's an underground
river
That none of us can see
And it flows through winding
tunnels
On its way to a tide less sea
And across that sea is an island
A paradise we are told
Where the toils of life are
forgotten
And they call it the Island of
Souls
For only a soul can go there
A soul that's been set free
From the confines of
a working life
To find eternity
Your old man had a cage for his
pigeons
But that's really where
he kept his soul
And when he watched them fly he
would see himself
Least that's how it was told
But his soul was still trapped
in the cage son
While the birds they soared to
the sky
But he couldn't find his
own way out
Least not 'til the day he died
Oh a man builds a cage with the
tools he is given
His casket is sealed with a
riveter's gun
This solitary madness is where
he is driven
It was him who was trapped in
the soul cage son
It was him that was trapped in
the soul cage
I know that he loved you but he
hadn't the words
He'd be easier speaking the
language of birds
For to speak of emotion it just
wasn't done
It was him who was trapped in
the soul cage son
It was him that was trapped in
the soul cage
A man builds a cage with the
tools he is given
His casket is sealed with a
riveter's gun
The solitary madness is where he
is driven
It was him who was trapped in
the soul cage son
It was him that was trapped in
the soul cage