Lullaby - Paper Bird

One more step 'til we’re there, I’m unaware of the time

That we’ve spent tied to the rocks that

Dance in the well near the trees

We will go walking for miles

In gardens and steeples, rock piles

No longer with this all alone

Wearing the petals we’ve grown

Take that step and you’ll see

The box with the wings in the dirt

It holds one cup of the moon, some

Yellow a tune quite like this

Someday the winter will come

But I will keep up with the sun

You can stay warm in the sand

With words of the wind in your hand

I’ll be gone for a while

The stop signs have all turned around

But I will think of you twice when

Feathers fall close to the ground