Bird

Billie Marten
Writing of Blues and Yellows

She's underwater againSomebody's daughter, a friendIn the night, in the dark, in the coldAs she walks far away

Nobody's watchingDrowning in words so sweetMild is the waterCaught as the bird once freeI don't mind

Hope is a distance unreachedInk on her skin incompleteAnd the faint sound of friends as she nearedTo the end she had peace

Nobody's watchingDrowning in words so sweetMild is the waterCaught as a bird once freeI don't mindI don't mind

Where does her start go from here?Lost in the grip

Nobody's watchingDrowning in words so sweetMild is the waterCaught as a bird once free

Nobody's watchingDrowning in words so sweetMild is the waterCaught as a bird once free

I don't mindI don't mindI don't mindI don't mind