Speak to me sadness.
Speak to me of pain.
Tell me how your heart leaps at the thought of spreading your wings again.
Tell me of your hunger.
How your instinct has you trained.
The unexplainable longing.
That comes when the snow turns into rain.
You say a part of you dies.
You say your heart never lies.
You say you’re never tricked.
When they try to pull the wool over your eyes.
Winter bird I don’t know what I’ve got to do.
You can count them up on one hand.
Those whose compassion you will take.
And you’ve always had a keen sense of whose love was real and whose was fake.
You telegraph your movements.
The ancient paths your take.
You say «it's all the repetition».
And the choices you made for survival’s sake.
You say a part of you dies.
You say your heart never lies.
You say you’re never tricked.
When they try to pull the wool over your eyes.
Winter bird I don’t know what I’ve got to do.
How long will it take for your heart to grow cold.
In the middle of the night.
Will you surrender to the voice that keeps on calling.
That keeps on calling you to go.