2019.02.02.
The Starling
Looking up, looking down,she looked lost and all alone
but she moved on...
Raised her wings to fly
but left footprints in the snow.
Too cold...
It’s not like I can’t see you,
you made that clear but you’re so weak.
The morning sky so dull, I’m blue
and I’m clinging on too tightly.
I taught her to speak,
Welsh message, far away.
Too far...
She taught me the nuances of art and to be clear.
We grew strong together.
It’s not like I can’t see you,
you made that clear but you’re so weak.
The morning sky so dull, I’m blue
and I’m clinging on too tightly.
I’m held on the edge of a cliff
I cannot see, no hope.
She came, she went,
I'm left in a prison for free
but I'm not free at all.
It’s not like I can’t see you,
you made that clear but you’re so weak.
The morning sky so dull, I’m blue
and I’m clinging on too tightly.