was i in love or just alone? i'd been waiting all my life just to worry about now - could it just wait, can it all go away?  i'd been stopping to pick up every bird that broke it's wings and quickly find i couldn't mend them and they would be so angry with me that i couldn't just leave them there to die and when i would finally discover the road again i would cover my tracks with snow as i went so that it might be as if i had never existed at all, that i had lived like a shadow passing through and no one would ever remember my name.  

one day a black bird paused on my window sill, begging me to redefine love, i built my castle and put daisies on the breakfast table and that black bird sang to me and i knew the delight of sleep in a bed i was in so often that it was almost mine.  as soon as we claimed it for our own, he broke his own wings beating them against me and the walls.

I came in looking for an angel who could heal my broken wings so that i could get so far away it wouldn't be possible for me to ever be the same
i knew it was a sin to cage that black bird.