Blackbird, broken wing
how I'd love to hear you sing
a showtune from Broadway
something from Marley
but do blackbirds even sing?
I've never heard one caroling
all you see is the roadkill, bodies on the ground
little blackbird, do you make a sound?
I want to hear you sing
because even with a broken wing
you're voice is beautifully soft
I heard you from the barn loft
singing "I Won't Back Down"
as you wore your crown
of thorns you plucked from roses
people smelled the essence with their noses
so blackbird, blackbird, sitting on a log
I'd like to hear you sing over the barking of a dog
over the humming of the engine, chasing down the road
maybe music can be your mode
blackbird, blackbird, with your broken wing
oh will you sing? For me, you will sing.
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Strange metaphorical days. Hmm.
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