Hang in tight, bird
It’s alright, bird
Hunt and fight, bird
Know that you can be prey too.
Does it ring nice, bird
I am the one who sings the night bird
But, it’s alright, bird
I will try to fly right through
You wish the song ends here, right girl
And you think I am not alright, girl
But I am just trying to put up a fight, girl
And you can be true too, while it’s just me and you
Category: Poems