Asher Deaver
Your Bird
Oh the oceanside , with a bird in hand, her muscles strictly wildOh your roof fell in, with a house so strong as a fail before its doneBut your bird will fly, awayOh your father wept and your mother held your blonde head to her chestOh your sister laughed, with dignity she watched you while you packedAnd how you slept with the snow and the ice on the roadWhile your family drove for a day and a half through the stormBut your bird will fly, awayTwenty-two years you made it safe into the fall It blew your heart across the icy river snowCigarettes to keep your head on, magazines to put your mind onArticles you'd read about the coastYou've got a place to call your ownPlant with seeds, the garden grows but pretty soon its covered by the snowTwenty two years you made it, Isabel,(twenty-two years) you weren't mistakenTalk about the icy river snowSo now, youve grown.And the city with the turn-stile hopeAnd you finally walk with a dollar and half in your coat.
From Letras Mania