9.15.2009

Little Bird



Little bird
I know what I know
A wind in the trees and a road
That goes winding yonder
From hear I see rain I hear thunder
Somewhere there's sun
And you don't need a reason
Sometimes it's hard to find a way to keep on
Quiet weekends, holidays
You come undone
Open your window and look upon
All the kinds of alive you can be
Be still, be light, believe me
Little bird
Little Bird

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