Neoma & the Birds (A Tale by Malakye & Martha)

A voice with no sound A story unfolds about A young girl from Orrenshire
She was to everyone A freak with no ears So she left set in silence
Alongside the river She knew a village For the empty at heart
Home of everyone That looked for a dream And never got out
Neoma, Neoma What whispers in your heart? Neoma, Neoma What whispers in your heart?
A big flock of birds Are forming a cloud It's a void to the shadows
Of people in peace With faces so cold No more signs of emotion
But Neoma never felt The fading of her soul It was the singing Of the birds That made the people go
A rock from her hand leaves To a bird in her sight It turns out it's a fight Against a robot in the sky
Neoma climbs a hill And sees a big machine From where the birds Are coming from And the people working beneath
Neoma, Neoma What whispers in your heart? Neoma, Neoma What whispers in your heart?
Life in Orrenshire Was always meant to blow And the big machine That's come feeding on their souls
A fire inside One of justice and rage Igniting every action
Set out to free And destroy the machine She goes forth as a warrior
The silence returned And the people were free But their faces were doleful
She took away the thing That made them want to stay It's the story of Neoma Neoma and the birds