Oh stumbling sparrow perched upon splintered wood and glass, As if looking through transient glass, and trying to make sense of the past. Oh Broken Bird, I have heard your quiet chirps echo in the summer sun, But the Autumnal Equinox has already begun, and your mourning songs already sung,
Broken Bird
Broken Bird
Broken Bird
Oh stumbling sparrow perched upon splintered wood and glass, As if looking through transient glass, and trying to make sense of the past. Oh Broken Bird, I have heard your quiet chirps echo in the summer sun, But the Autumnal Equinox has already begun, and your mourning songs already sung,