Come to me bruised and frayed,
bird of prey.
Death's hour can wait,
I'd like to hope for your wings,
I'd like to hope for your seams.

If you're bleeding, dear,
I'll press against until the red stills.
If you're crying, dear,
I'll drink tears until you find your will.

Come to me bitter and dismayed,
bird of prey.
Love's hour can wait,
I'd like to lift your tattered remains,
I'd like to make you holy in the eye of a god.

If you're hungry, dear,
I'll give up my feathers.
If you're lonely, dear,
I'd like to flock together.