Seven Sparrows

Seven sparrows sitting in a row:
 One flew off and was found crippled in the snow;
 No leader to guide the way;
 Heavy as a stone with wings of clay.
 Burning wounds in the snow,
 Will I stay or will I go?
 Make me a fortress in the woods:
 Five-story building tilted strong the way it should.
 Are we at the Pharaoh's feet?
 Born to tend the Pharaoh's sheep?
 Stuck like little chimney sweeps?
 I'm like the sparrow
 That's been struck by the arrow
 Down from my beautiful tree.
 I'm a sparrow in a rage,
 Going down this crazed highway
 Looking for my kith and kin:
 All I see are severed wings,
 They whirl me down the mountain in the wind
 Are we at the Pharaoh's feet?
 Born to tend the Pharaoh's sheep?
 Stuck like little chimney sweeps?
 I'm like the sparrow
 That's been struck by the arrow
 Down from my beautiful tree.
 Seven sparrows sitting in a row:
 One flew off and was found crippled in the snow;
 No leader to guide the way;
 Heavy as a stone with wings of clay.
 Are we at the Pharaoh's feet?
 Born to tend the Pharaoh's sheep?
 Stuck like little chimney sweeps?
 I'm like the sparrow
 That's been struck by the arrow
 Down from my beautiful tree.