Blast me to high heaven, the feathers on this bird are shining
The light is screaming in my mind
light is the presence of something
darkness is the absence of light.
Cram before the exam, the stripes on the tiger are bending
The jungle is screaming in my mind
Terror is the presence of something
Peace is the absence of terror.
As the tiger rustled through the branches, they quivered, sending the bird above high into the air.
