Letras
To love you
It's easier than it
Ought to be
Proud of your
Every action
And all you believe in
Please forgive me
Eldest son of my
Only love
I'm having a
Hard time
Gavin I hope I
Conveyed to you
To grow up
At all
Is to
Conceal the
Scar tissue that
Aches in our dreams
And takes what it needs
From us
Pitiless
Ravens do
Lie and wait for
This bird
They harken to his
Wistful tunes of
Rich melodies
The Weaver's present
Take your gifts and
Leave this nest
Or be cooped up like
The rest of us
So shoo
This is a broken winged bird
Presence of the Weaver
Thoughts of long ago
Become tomorrow
And I was in London
Around your age
The war was a wreck
I left there a mess
Of my broken dreams
But you revive them
Breathe new life into
Songs that sing God's praises
After all
'Abdu'l-Bahá says
Where there
Is love
Nothing is too much
Trouble