Tinker Tinker Little Star

Pigeons and warriors can they be friends
If not for the mankind then for the sake of saints,

Tease me for what I did and mock till you die
No more janets & janes for there is no need to fly,

The velvet glove holds the musket pointing to the scar
With one shot, the head was busted and the soul left ajar,

Down to dust fell the shredded pieces of meat
Junk the weapons before they start to bleed,

Pardon me maam’ you are stepping on my delicate heart
Please yourself for all you can and just don’t play your part,

Lost in the forest I do not find the way home
I brood over nothing and leave for a place less known.