A bird, A boy


There is a bird

She is losing height

She sings, she fears no one can hear her right

She sings to mark her territory, her domain

But more than keeping her position she sings to ease her pain

 

There is a bird

Soon too weak to fight

She sings, she fears no one can hear her right

She sings to keep her memory clear and strong

But more than this she sings to find the one who needs this song

 

For what it is

For what it gives

For what it takes to make it

For what she once was

And could have become           

And how little it took to break it

Now all she can rely on to keep flying is this song and the wind 

 

There is a boy

He is afraid of heights

He tries to speak his mind, can you hear him right

He makes up silent songs loud as a cry

They’re keeping him alive, but more than this they keep him asking why

 

For what is this

What does it give

What does it take to make it

Who was he once

What can he become

And who’ll be there to protect or break it

 

And, why in all of what we want to be, lies all we think we’re not

These two don’t separate, they come in pairs, be that our lot

And keeping up the balance playing the devil and the saint

They remind us we are made of friction

Soon inflammable, soon faint

 

There is a boy and he sees a bird

She sings a song, a song that he once heard

He knows its notes, its path, its root, its rhyme

But more than this he knows he reached someone this time

 

And that is it

The give and take

That’s what it means to make it

To know who you are and want to be

And to protect, not break it

 

Yes, that is it

It’s the give and take

That is what it means to make it

To know who you are and want to be

And to protect, not break it

So you can let the bird fly on and rely on this song in the wind

 

A boy, a bird
















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