I’ve got a little bird sleeping on my chest –
Breathing innocence,
Abandoned and prior pathos.
I’ve got a little bird sleeping on my chest –
Found, was her nest, but
Lost, was the feather who’d brought her.
I’ve got a little bird sleeping on my chest –
An ear nigh my heart,
And a heart I’d thought dead.
I’ve got a little bird sleeping on my chest –
And so, let the world be round,
And so let the world be perfect.
I’ve got a little bird sleeping on my chest.
May 19, 2016
May 19, 2016 at 9:27 PM UTC
I’ve got a little bird sleeping on my chest –
Breathing innocence,
Abandoned and prior pathos.
I’ve got a little bird sleeping on my chest –
Found, was her nest, but
Lost, was the feather who’d brought her.
I’ve got a little bird sleeping on my chest –
An ear nigh my heart,
And a heart I’d thought dead.
I’ve got a little bird sleeping on my chest –
And so, let the world be round,
And so let the world be perfect.
I’ve got a little bird sleeping on my chest.
For my daughter (One month old today).
