Cardinal sings, the hunter's horn,
then the red door pops open,
Now I hear another honey song,
Sweet music from Heaven,
this time a mockingbird,
the street is filled with chirping word.
How long does it take
for us to agree, rise above the fate,
We once are forced to defeat,
and let force tear open the happy gate?
To freeze rules is to shut doors,
To loathe disagreement is to start fights,
Let your ears hear the noises,
The carpenter does have his woody choice.