Heaven’s Bird

I am lonely in the way a bird calls to shore 

As it flies over the earth, looking for broken things

To pick up, as it says

Find me, find me, find me,

Find me here, broken things

Because I am broken, I want

To be broken with you.

 

I am lonely in the way a bird calls to light,

To the city lights, the lighthouse that flies away

From its view, in the way it calls:

Call for me, call me, call me back,

But no one ever does, no:

No one ever does.

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