She cried when she found it
it's feathers were matted and pressed to it's side
wings were no longer able
still she begged it to fly
It's body as frail as paper
and wet from her tears
she knelt in the damp grass
praying it to heaven
gently pressing it's head to her heart
to her heart
the sun slips so we dance
upon the image, nonetheless
the sun slips so we dance
onetheless