You’re but a wounded sparrow
falling swiftly toward the earth
but the world averts their gaze
for they know not of your worth

but I know better then absent eyes
for this sparrow was once my love
the one that I had set to make mine
this one now falling from above

I wish I could clutch you close
but I haven’t the hold nor hands
just these talons short and sharp
they can never carry out my commands

I will do the only thing I can fare
I will do my best to ease this blow
I’ll swoop underneath your carriage,
flap my wings as fast as they’ll go