Tiny Wings

Mangy old coyote flashed me a grin
Then he took off through the trees, I followed him in
I’ve been lost ever since
I’ve made these woods my home
I’ve been wandering around through brambles and glens
I’ll make it out someday but I can’t say when
I’ll leave a trail of songs so you can know which way I’m gone

I’ve been a magpie collecting shiny things
And then I fly away on tiny wings
I’ve been a mockingbird
I’ve been listening for a song to sing

Storms start to cracking all along these hills
And the beasts start to scream, then everything is still
I’ve just learned to take cover while the winds howl past my cave
Then I pick me back up by the dawn’s early light
I walk and I walk, I never know what I’ll find
Then I lay me back down till the winds bring another day

I’ve been a magpie collecting shiny things
And then I fly away on tiny wings
I’ve been a mockingbird
I’ve been listening for a song to sing

I found a pile of bones that you left by the fire
It was a circle of stones, it was a funeral pyre
You left a trail of poems so we can know which way you’re gone
One time I crept up to the edge of town
I heard sirens wailing, I turned back around
I’ve been lost ever since
I’ve made these woods my home

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