the heart of the bird is to fly
travel travel travel, never known a home
wooden motels for each stop it makes
sings sweet nothings to pay the landlord, a ballad of gratitude
the landlord awakes, singing the same song
believes the song is a song of all things new, walks to the garden
singing “romance me, oh Lover, for it is by your touch I am saved
the morning dew, the calloused feet, the rocky paths
each moment a moment of grace”
and all through the day he goes at this pace
a beautiful experience, a beautiful encounter with no relations
who does he know, then? who does the landlord sing to
if there's not a soul in sight?
...funny, isn't it, how it all ends
singing to the trees, the landlord regarding the lovely songbird
never hearing the trees sing back the true melody
the song of hope, the song of love, the song of peace
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