Wonder

The birds that sing 
In the dead of night 
Are just voices 
No one hears 
Silenced by the sounds 
Of the world
And the expected 

The bats that fly 
During the day
Are seen as harmless
Yet still not expected 

And the one that 
Walks out of line 
Is an outcast 
Full of shame and misery 

Yet the life 
One like that leads
Is full of wonder 
While yours 
Is full of anger 
And doubt 

And the night 
Is dark for the bird
Yet it finds the joy and comfort
In the absence of light 

And the bat stays 
At peace for it knows 
When night comes it will soon be home 
And it finds a sense of belonging 

And the one who is out of line 
Leads a life 
Full of everything 
You'll never have 
For every time you doubt 
A part of you 
Flies away 
Like the bird 
And the bat 
And everyone else 
That is no longer full of life