My daddy has a songbird in his heart.
Late at night, when the blue moon rises,
and the clock strikes thirteen times,
she sings loud and clear.
Over the whispering willows
and the soft hush of swaying grass,
her song is clear and piercing,
sweet and soothing.
Restless eyes dift to dreams
as her song graces their hearts.
All too soon she must return,
to the heart of my longing daddy.
There was a time, when she sung
loud and clear.
But now she's suffocating --
choking on cigarette smoke
drowning in alcohol.

My daddy has a songbird in his heart,
Little songbird,
Little songbird,
It's time to come play again.

...



a million stars away



and i can not find you



but i feel your presence here



my thoughts dift in space



floating thier way to you



and in this connection



that is so hard to break



I can only sit and wonder



how long it will take



before you and i



will wake upon the same



holy ground



and merge this long held promise



of forgotten times



and pass this pain of longing



upon our waves of love



crashing upon eachother



a super nova



a light to span the universe



to god's heaven and back



life and the next realm



the wholness of our one



in an ifinite array of colours



birthing new starss of



hope for all the lovers



past and present



to know,



that as they look up,



they will know thier own



heaven is here waiting



our star trails laid



to guide and light



the way



to the making of



a billion more love starss



in the hearts of all



who know



true love.