Birds, birds, birds.
Why do they fly?
Weeks pass by
without a need to cry.
Sun veils lift the moon,
the horizon ever growing
true steps always showing
for a heart that is open.
Birds, birds, birds.
Why do they fly?
Weeks pass by
without a need to cry.
Sun veils lift the moon,
the horizon ever growing
true steps always showing
for a heart that is open.