Sunday, September 24, 2006
birds were meant to fly
up in that pristine sky
birds were meant to fly
without as much as a goodbye
where will i be
if the bird decides to fly away
where will i be
to find it and ask it to stay?
someday soon it'll all be over
the space in my heart deprived of its owner
someday soon it'll all be over
the days may have already been numbered
the trees would seem awfully lost
if the bird decides to fly away
what's inevitable is the lingering loss
of those long, lonely, forgotten days
with its song edged in my head
as i lie awake in my bed
looking out the narrow window
seeing nothing but the empty shadows
of the things that used to be
with the bird now flying free
you can't keep it from where it should be
that's how it is with you and me
-our
love story ;