My black-eyed sparrow’s lost again I miss his wistful tune,
My brown winged sparrow’s gone again I hope he comes back soon.
My red beaked sparrow helps me through my anger and my pain
But my lonely little sparrow is lost out in the rain

When you thought that I was smiling,
You misidentified,
Because the clenching of my teeth was just me biting on the lie,
The line between insanity and endless sorrow,
Between the reaching for my yesterday and yearning for tomorrow,
Between filling myself with poetry or keeping myself hollow,
But none of this will matter when I catch my joyful sparrow.