Birds

Birds, circling me

Pecking on my, I began to bleed

I am here, but up above

A vantage point, prepare to fall in love

Sparrows picking love right out of my palm

The hawk is climbing high, and I feel calm as the sea

Swelter summer sweat comes out of me

A handful of fist, a fist full of claw

Scratching at your dirt uproot the fall

Crows are marching, time is passing by

The eagle's climbing high into the sky

And I feel like a bird

Under the brush, I brush my wings in the dirt

And I feel like the sun

Dry up the lakes, heal my legs so I can run

Please don't cry if I should fall

Cover me with dirt, remove my claws

A handful of doubt, a fist full of love

Clawing at your face, release the dove

Crows are marching, time is passing by

The eagle's climbing high into the sky

Sparrows picking love right out of my mind

The hawk is climbing high, and I feel fine