When being caught
In the everlasting winds of fear
When there doesn't seem a path to walk on anymore
And every trace lost in the dust

When being caught
In the darkness of desperation
When night seems to outlast eternity
And day light life times away

When being caught
In the hole of hopelessness
When the exit seems to be destroyed
And your voice caught in your own vacuum -


Then you have only more one chance -
To look out for the morning bird
The one only visible to the lost ones
That is able to hear screams that have not been yelled
That is able to see tears that have not be cried
That is able to feel truth that has not yet dawned to you

Follow it's advice - follow it carefully
Do not try
To deny it
To betray it
To ignore it

Since there is nothing more beautiful
Than to fly on its wings
Straight to the light of the rising sun
Out of the wind
Out of the darkness
Out of the hole.

Some people
Call the morning bird "god"
Some people
Call the morning bird "a spiritual being"

I call it the manifestation of your soul.