Jillian Farrar Gregory Crocetti Andrew Hazel Rebecca Blakeney - Birds

We see tired wings
Flowing to song
And we aim
To float in with the fields
There are times past
Open to seed
Then there’s the aftermath

Now the light
Crinkles under the sun
And we’re left
Gazing out by the beads
We see bodies and ash
As they mess with the gravity
That’s our return

Our return
That’s our return
Sleep under the earth
And the birds
They wait
Wait just for me
Out with the everbeings

Now the light
Crinkles under the sun
And we’re left
Gazing out by the beads
We see bodies and ash
As they mess with the gravity
That’s our return

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