On tree branches
There are birds instead of leaves
All at once, they lift through trees
To reveal the unseen
A blindfold of wings
Held us from perfect sight
While saving unready eyes
All will be lost, all will be well
All will be loved when living is hell
We'll cry dead leaves to grow
In broken English
Arguments igniting fires
We'll sing in off-key choirs
Of an ageless rebirth
After feathers disappear
Our bodies will heal and repair
Sent down in envelopes
A white sea of dangerous hope
Arms overflow with the weightless flood of words
Perfect ears let truth be heard
And we will learn to let go
We will learn to let go
There are birds instead of leaves
All at once, they lift through trees
To reveal the unseen
A blindfold of wings
Held us from perfect sight
While saving unready eyes
All will be lost, all will be well
All will be loved when living is hell
We'll cry dead leaves to grow
In broken English
Arguments igniting fires
We'll sing in off-key choirs
Of an ageless rebirth
After feathers disappear
Our bodies will heal and repair
Sent down in envelopes
A white sea of dangerous hope
Arms overflow with the weightless flood of words
Perfect ears let truth be heard
And we will learn to let go
We will learn to let go
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