A man wandered by me
and he heard me, my song.
He knew I was the one
to sing of his son.
His son, just gone,
his son who was I
I knew, that he knew…
he just needed to fly.
I sang to him,
I sang to his mum,
I sang to the father,
who’d just lost his son.
I sang of a bird,
I sang of it’s song
I sang of the night
when he knew he was done.
The man knew that I knew
The song of his son,
the broken winged one
Who knew to be gone
He knew that the son,
the son that was I
Needed to sing, needed to fly
He held me
He wept
With his sunken eyes,
We both learned to see
in that dead of the night.
He held me
We wept
With our sunken eyes,
In the dead of the night
We both learned to fly.
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