From one mouth to the other
she gives us life
she nourishes and cradles her pride
until we are ready

But we have time to disappoint
air to break
tears to cry
for we are far from ready

Young and unworthy
void of understanding
wings that will not work on their own
we have tried to fly but won't, for we
are far from ready

And the grass is green
And the cardinals sing
They tell us we're not ready.

She regurgitates on us
she doesn't clean it up
and when we ask her why
she tells us we're not ready

One day the pride is gone
but we've known it all along
as sunshine is to day,
being ready in our own way

the rest is simply feathers in the wind.

We may not find each other
for a while,
but from greys to May
it will stay the same