Song bird
I ask for nothing more
Than that if you sing
You sing for me
A sweet lullaby
To help me sleep
Song bird
Your feathers may be torn
And you can hardly fly
But the notes you reach
Still reach me
I'll never leave your nest
Song bird
I am but a crow
With blackness in my soul
But I feel alright
Within your gentle melody
I feel your light
Song bird
I hope that you don't mind
If I sing along
All out of tune
I find hope inside your song
A place where I belong
Song bird
Would you sing a song
About love
Because thats all I'm thinking of
Ill be your greatest audience
You'll be my peace of mind
Song bird
There is nothing more beautiful in the world
Three o'clock in the morning, and the birds are singing. Keeping, or helping, me stay awake. I find beauty in their songs, and of course all kinds of symbolic meaning. I was made to see the world for all its beauty, I was made to feel. I was born to be the king