i saw the early bird, and thought of him
laying with open eyes, if he is careful
not to wake the one he loves the most
I saw the early bird, and couldn't help
but lately my open eyes, are too careful
to wake the one beside, and be still, as i think of he
I saw the early bird, and wondered why
my heart will never be, the one beside
his careful early eyes, as the morning lights the skies
does he ever lay any thoughts of me?
I saw the early bird, and i tried so hard
to move with my mustered seed, the mountains between
the desert and stream, so that even though he is careful
that i could be woken by his open eyes
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