I brought you flowers they wilted in my hand.
Played my song hoping you’d understand,
But your eyes they drifted past the bloom
To a world where I don’t have room.

You’re singing your own song,
Not mine.
A melody that won’t align.
I reach,
I fall,
I fade away,
But the birds will teach me how to stay.

The window held your gaze so tight,
A mirror for your own delight.
My love it cracked,
It broke,
It ran,
Like water slipping through my hands.

No stage,
No crowd,
No place to be.
Just me and the birds in harmony.

You’re singing your own song,
Not mine.
A melody that won’t align.
I reach,
I fall,
I fade away.
But the birds will teach me how to stay.

Feathers and wind,
They carry the tune.
A brighter sound under a pale moon.
Your shadow fades.
I find my part,
A song that patches up my heart.