You make me less cynical
My little bird
You make me forget Death
Whispers his verse
Unaware of my mortality
'Till you risk to fly where you can not see the ground beneath your wings
You make me hopeful
My little bird
But not in the ways you would suspect
I hope theres a day
Where you aren't in the same pain i saw when I left.
Unaware of my mortality
'Till you risk to fly where you can not see the ground beneath your wings
Aren't you scared of flying
I know i would be