I am a child crying in the shower
Looking at the bruises on her feet
New shoes she bought
Don’t fit her at all, at all
I am a bird singing by your window
Humming to the songs you play at night
Looking up at me
You’ll be thinking something like this
‘Oh little bird,
Wish I could fly like you,
Only if I could fly…
Wish I could fly like you’
Sometimes I’ll sit out on the bench
Sometimes I’ll miss out on the fun
Won’t be too long
Till I finally get back home
And you’ll be right
here with me,
Here,
With me
You’ll be right
Here,
With me
And you’ll be right
Here,
With me,
You called me yours,
And I’m satisfied
You called me yours, yours
Yours, yours,
And I’m satisfied,
Satisfied….