© 2018 Mark Cote
little bird sees the world
with wonder and love gently swirled
colors too deep for kind eyes to see
such a harsh reality
shadowed places and reaching tongues
repeat the tales so many have spun
stroke the feathers try to tie her down
same old scene from town to town
(chorus) into the air she goes
life on a wing through wind and snow
higher and higher where tears can't fly
sparrow in a veil
let it shine
the blood and tears roll off the wing
and the breeze above lets her sing
tomorrows wash away todays
and sorrows weight never stays
(chorus)
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