Birds
Lisa Crawley
Wanna sing songs with the birds but I scare them
Wanna hang out with the cats but I ain't cool
All of the dogs are with their best friends
So I will stay here, I will stay here
Will their ever be a morning
Is there such a thing as day?
Could I see it from the mountains
If I were as tall as they?
I lost myself in your eyes
Yours blue, mine green they got along
Our thoughts, they cannot be spoken
Where did we go wrong?