Aug 2020
This songbird's quiet
Hoarse throat
From the same old tune.
Let them sing. And fly.
Stifle my whistle
Calling in envy
A blue face. Red chest.
.
This songbird's silent
And the world carried on.
Hoarse throat
From the same old tune.
Let them sing. And fly.
Stifle my whistle
Calling in envy
A blue face. Red chest.
.
This songbird's silent
And the world carried on.
