"The Bird"

How can a bird fly, without the encouragement to strive?
How can the bird glide in the wind when it's going in a horrific spin?
No one seems to notice, no one seems to see,
that this world has become what this bird fears to be.
I try to change the world, instead I get knocked down with a hurl,
I want everyone to just forget about it all.
We fight.
Why do we fight?
We hold on tight.
When I say, what is the meaning of all this?
And Why?
Why cant we just let issues just pass on by?
Why?
Doesn't anyone have another vision then night?
But no one seems to bother. No one seems to care.
No one seems to see the fortune of together, no one takes that dare.
So now I ask myself countless nights,
Why the fight?
Will there ever be a day where we'll let peace do what it longs to succeed?
Will there ever be a day where we'll let peace be?
Will there ever be a day when we'll open that cage, and set this bird free?