The bird flies away,
out of my hands,
freed.
Gone.
I am left behind.
Tears tears tears
God’s message of my goodbyes,
of his will to leave me behind.
out of my hands,
freed.
Gone.
I am left behind.
Tears tears tears
God’s message of my goodbyes,
of his will to leave me behind.
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