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