Across the broad blue sky
they fly. Where bluebirds
make their escape.
in covered corners of fallen feathers
only to seek a sample of saving grace,
if the journey ends in a shattered nest,
why fly at all?
If the journey ends in a shattered nest,
why sing your song?
Breathe in the thickness once again
Blow the dust from your feathers,
shake the rust from your heart.
May a new melody drench you,
may it b r e a k o p e n your wings
For it's time, little bluebird;
it's time you're free