When the sky cries who do you think of
and the wind moans —
like the hearts of the lonely

I was flying on a carpet
but the floor moved with me
and the birds in the window
sang —

you can take me with you
— take me with you
just don’t clip my wings

Hey child of unborn love
whose shadow bleeds crystal light
and walks in the sun during night

This road has to end up somewhere
around the bend — beyond the curve
where the birds build their nests

And the birds in the window sing
— you can take me with you
just don’t clip my wings

Feathers are made to soar and I —
live above the clouds in the wind
Come with me — live and love my dove
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