passenger pigeons

and for all these thoughts that flitter through my overactive brain, i run the gamut of emotions... from loneliness to pain
from loneliness to pain
it's painful and it's painful and i'm bending with the grain
the grain is running through me and it's washing out the stain
the stain of my iniquity, the sin of all my shame
i love the scent of ozone as it stirs the winds of change