The path of action.

Oh, the birds
The birds in the air
Fly far
And nobody seems to care
People are hungry
For something
Not food nor money
The birds circle
Nobody seems to care
As the breeze wips through our hair
So the wings beat faster still
The roar of engines not a thrill
As the fires simmer
Beneath the heart is a murmur
For to quench
For we can not truly forget
Though we would like to
History has told its story
And the rest should be up to us
But there will be nothing to end this book
Without some signs of some glory.