Analysis of The Lost Birds

First, second, third, only passing through
They come, they go and only if they knew
A perfect bird was there, to guide them carefully
Ignoring the path of love, they dropped into folly
A perfect bird was there, to teach them how to fly
Ignoring the path of love, their soul began to die
A perfect bird was there, listening to their songs
Ignoring the path of love, they stumbled in the wrong
A perfect bird was there, to love without condition
Ignoring the path of love, they died into the ocean