I wonder what the blue bird sings
The melody it grasps to.
It's broken tangled home hangs,
Why does the blue bird feel so blue?
The tune is a fine line,
It draws your heart in
Maybe the tune hits too close to home
And it wipes away your grin.
Why is the blue bird in pain?
And how does it still flap its wings?
Where does it get all it's strength?
And how does it still teach it's kids to sing?
A blue bird is what i call myself,
So beautifully broken...
A sculpture of care and poison
Why must the blue bird suffer in silence with its heart frozen.
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